Two Paths Diverged in the Woods: Beaujolais - All Stores

Two paths diverged in the woods of Beaujolais, and most people took the one more traveled.  The trodden path was easier, presenting itself at a steep decline into fame, fortune and a villainous hogo of ichor.  This is the path of Beaujolais Nouveau, and I have come to destroy it.  Or at least stop you from drinking it. Like the delicious neighborhood grilled burger stand that suddenly franchises and serves billions instead of serving you, Nouveau started as a great idea.  Everybody needs a spot of cash and Nouveau did just that – wine makers conscript the wine into carbonic machinations, which cranks out slightly alcoholic grape juice in no time flat.  It is released shortly after harvest and just in time to sell it to unsuspecting Americans for Thanksgiving.  The resultant “wine” is so limpid and vacuous that nobody could possibly be offended by it.  The Parent Company invites the dancing girls and we all drink so much that by the time it comes around again next year nobody really rem