Megan Stielstra's Blog

When we lived in Prague, all I ever drank was peach Mattoni. Okay, that’s not true at all. I also drank wine, bourbon, becherovka, absinthe and mojitos. And gluhwein—mulled wine—in the fall. And French martinis when I got homesick. And coffee all day long, so I guess what I’m saying is that when I wasn’t drinking coffee or drinking-drinking, I was drinking peach Mattoni, which is sparkling flavored water (and no, don’t tell me about other peach-flavored waters, ‘cause I tried them all and none are as good as Mattoni. Just like Fuji water is not as good as Smart water—no, Christopher, it’s NOT! I KNOW they’re both water, but Miller and Kozel are both BEER, and you don’t drink Miller! It’s exactly the same thing) and I couldn’t find it in the States. So, whenever we go grocery shopping, I stand there in front of the flavored water and whine about how much I miss my peach Mattoni. So, last week, Christopher went online and found some American Mattoni distributing warehouse, and called them, and got the name of an obscure Czech market on the Northwest side where we went and got slammed in the face with dejavu: Czech chocolate, Czech sausage, Czech cheese, Czech water, Czech wafers, Czech beer, Czech language. Czech coupons, Czech Czech Czech, and now I’m homesick in the other direction.

But I have my peach Mattoni. In BULK.