Do you remember the summer of 2018? I do. I sweated – a lot! It didn’t seem to rain for weeks on end. Just day after day of unending sunshine.
At the time, I owned a wine shop and bar in an arch under a railway track on a dead-end street in east London. Receiving deliveries of cases of wine in that heat was not fun. I couldn’t keep up with people’s insatiable desire for chilled rosé and white, but so many red lovers felt left out. So I started serving red wine in the way I love to drink them: chilled.
