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You know Maine, the land of pine needles, lobsters, clams, and rocky beaches? But wine?!?
After all, visiting every winery in the SLO AVA means needing a vehicle with great gas mileage and off-road tires. Jeep Prius, anyone?
People get off and on the bus at the various stops from the Strip to Downtown, and any number of them are worthy of a Night Court episode.
If the customer perceives the cork as being cheap (as in synthetic corks and screwcaps), then the perception will be that the wine is cheap, too.
Personally, I have a hard time with Cabernet Sauvignon and Malbec because they are real bruisers. Unless, of course, there's a candlelit, air-conditioned romantic dinner involved...
I looked at the large tumbler filled with ice cubes and White Zinfandel fresh out of the box. It was topped with a colorful bendy straw. I sighed. Surely there had to be more to wine than this.
Over the years their wines have evolved – “grown up” so to speak – and so have I.
The only bad thing – if you want to call it bad – is that I still haven’t quite accepted the fact that I’m not the aspiring HGTV star that I think I am.
I want to go someplace in 2018. By someplace, I mean not Vegas. Not even (gasp!) California, my go-to wine-guzzling destination.
We were happily surprised with the quality of the Paso Robles Pinot Noirs. So much so that I found myself thinking: Is there *anything* that Paso can't do?!?