Why do we get headaches drinking wine in the U.S. and not in Italy?
Today marks my 11-month anniversary back in Rome. That same sized Excedrin bottle a friend brought me last spring (I should’ve asked for a couple of those sample sizes from 7-Eleven) has barely been dented. Most were inhaled two months ago during nine days spent in an alcoholic fog in Mexico. It begs the time-honored question, one I’ve asked ever since I was old enough to buy a drink and mature enough to use a passport.
Why don’t Italian wines give me a headache while wines in the U.S. send me screaming to pharmacies?
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