For about a month, patrons at a bar called V Bar / Wei Bar in the Sanlitun Soho complex have emerged from their dim confines daily at about 6 PM to spray sparkling wine at each other. Why? Given the smell of overripe apples that wafts from the pavement afterward, it might have something to do with the wine’s quality. Or maybe not. Fellow establishment managers seem more concerned about the sticky mess left behind for their customers to walk through. For the casual observer, however, it is amusing — at least it has been the half-dozen times I have witnessed it. Far more amusing than the sub-par music that the bar blasts and thus echoes down the corridor. If the place has to pick, take the bubbles over the beats, please.