What was for dessert? A few Bat Nuts, of course.
I can understand the horrified expression you have on your face and the ugly places your mind is going. While the term “Bat Nuts for Dessert” may take you where you never hoped to go, there really is a good explanation for all of this.
I’m quite the advocate (Wine Advocate … get it?) of cooler temperatures for red wines than what we’re used to. We Americans tend to think that “room temperature” equals “warm.” Kind of how many Americans tend to think that “Chihuahua” equals “cute.”
So along I come with MirePoix Vegas, another one. Am I out of my mind? Probably. No new news there. Not that it ever mattered anyway.
I’m a Paso Robles Zinfandel fan, and I grabbed some popcorn as I prepared gleefully for the carnage. Paso Zins were going to kick some serious Napa butt, right? But as I read through the article – with horror, I might add – that was not to be. Not because Paso Zins were bad. They just weren’t invited to the party.
When I have some free time (ha!) I will continue to mine through the old databases and see if I can find some of the older stories and reviews to repost.
MirePoix Vegas is a blog about food. Whether I’m talking about an ethereal meal of caviar and truffles (ha! like that ever happens!), a really great restaurant experience, a new recipe, a new Food Network program, or just sharing how well organic beef hot dogs pair with a five dollar bottle of red (pretty damn good, by the way), it’s going to be about all aspects of the food experience.
Having a “winery” in the truest sense of the word in Nevada is illegal if the county has more than 100,000 people. Just like a brothel. See the connection? Well – except for possibly the good-feeling part – that’s pretty much where the similarity ends.
It’s an almost otherwordly experience to walk into an Asian supermarket and be greeted with Christmas carols sung in Chinese.