Sangria

And sometimes I drink my wine with a straw. 

Lynne and I went to Red, Red Wine Bar for lunch today and decided that it may not seem very wine snobby but we wanted sangria. It came in a high ball glass, on the rocks, with a straw. The wine was Zinfandel, which I never would have thought of as a sangria wine, but it held up really well to the citrus and fruit flavors that had been added. It was the perfect accompaniment to our Mediterranean pizzas, which came with roasted red peppers, spinach, goat cheese, and entire cloves of roasted garlic. Yum.