I was honest with Tarissa Tiberti, the Executive Director of the Gallery, when I told her that when I thought of Andy Warhol, I thought only of Campbell Soup, LSD, and really bad hair.
For example, the Brochelle tasting room, although not on the Union Road Wine Trail, is located next door to Hug Cellars, which is.
Loosely meandering in the San Miguel area northeast of the intersection of Hwy 46 and Hwy 101, they represent some of the most incredibly scenic locations in the area.
And since my “official photographer” and I snapped almost 200 pictures over the weekend, it took quite a while to go through everything and edit out the bad, the extraneous, the redundant, and the embarrassing, and put the remainder in galleries.
After all, cardboard and plastic aren’t as protective as a glass bottle in safeguarding wine. This is something that I’ve felt in my gut, but I’m glad to see that it’s been confirmed by the wine peeps at UCD. My head may never unswell.
But that’s okay …they’re also on TripAdvisor and Yelp – among others – and are very highly rated! Can’t wait to try it!
As I said in the first post introducing this series, many of the wineries will be on overlapping wine trails.
The landscapes are beautiful, the wineries outstanding, and my ability to get lost while trying to find them, legendary.
Okay, you got a chance to read my previous rant about Chopped. While I still have issues with it, it has embarrassingly become one of my guilty pleasures.
The numbers of wineries in Paso Robles have exploded so much in the past few years that it would take a month or two – or six – to visit them all. My liver and I aren’t quite that brave yet.
Am I the only one in the world who feels that this program is, well, a little silly?
Unfortunately, not all of the wine trails are listed in one, easy-to-search place. Until now.
Most people – including me – are pretty willing to suspend reality in order to be educated and entertained.
You’d think that after trashing the Café Zinfandel like I did, the fact that I went out and bought a cube of boxed Pinot Noir would be the height of insanity. And you’d probably be right.
It tasted like cherry soda that had passed by a wine barrel while picking up nuances of Skittles.