(Food&Wine) - Last summer, I encountered it everywhere, almost like an invasive species. On front stoops and restaurant terraces. At parties and backyard barbecues. By the pool. At the park. Even at the beach. Wherever I turned, there it was: bottle after bottle of rosé.  

By now, it is a truth, universally acknowledged, that pink wine is delicious. But somewhere along the way, rosé became the “default” wine of summer, monopolizing our glasses for three months out of the year.