Bubbles first. Responsibilities later.
The world can wait. When the first Spritz hits, that's where it begins.
Escape to the sun-drenched deck for an ice-cold infusion of bittersweet prosecco and Mediterranean sun. There's just one choice to make: Aperol or Hugo.
Then come the bites: a crisp chicken tender and molten mozzarella stick. Call it a high-low aperitivo. Because a Spritz should never drink alone.
Oversized sunglasses and zero urgency. Welcome to your new Riviera ritual.
Consider yourself a member.