A sommelier-like review of Ramona’s Pinot Grigio

I mentioned that I finally tried the Ramona Pinot Grigio, thanks to Holly, who bought me a bottle to try. (I swear I don’t pick my friends based on whether or not they too watch the Real Housewives!) I drank a glass while watching the Emmy Awards the other night and thought that to be very apropos: Drinking my TV wine while watching a TV show about TV shows. (This is all feeling very Hunger Games, isn’t it? Next thing you know, I’ll be volunteering to leave my home for Napa Valley to compete against other wine lovers in a possibly deadly — but delicious! — grape-picking competition.)

Anyway, so I tried the wine and it was good. Very mellow and easy to drink; I could see how Ramona could drink a lot of it. While I drank it, I tried to put myself in Ramona’s shoes to see, had it been my wine, if I’d be able to identify it as such (think back to the sneaky wine tasting Jacques put on a handful of episodes ago.) The verdict: I think I could. It didn’t have any one bold flavor (vanilla, citrus, what have you), but was memorable regardless (especially if you’re drinking as much as Ramona drinks (which I’d venture to guess is a lot).)

As an added side effect, it made me feel a little Ramona-ish. Now granted, I’d had some champagne before drinking the Ramona, but I said some weird stuff. Not, like, speaking in tongues or anything, just different from my normal self. So I think, if nothing else, this wine would probably be a great excuse for questionable behavior: “Oh, I didn’t mean to do that! It was just Ramona talking!”

Holly tells me there’s also a Ramona red wine, which I will totally try, because why wouldn’t I? I think to get the full effect, though, I need to get a group of women together on an island, drink some Ramona red, and just…Watch what happens. (Damn you, Andy Cohen.)