You have probably noticed - if you're a Twitter follower, that is - that I have posted a few popcorn and Chardonnay movie snacks over the course of the last couple of weeks or so. Now that may or may not make much sense to you, but if you think about it it really does add up. It began when...
Like many of the other wineries in the Ghetto, his vineyards are located in what can arguably be termed the middle of nowhere.
I met with Mitch Bakich, a handlebar-mustachioed young man who is the Managing Evangelist of Donati. I was able to taste through all of their available wines and despite the screaming shrieks and agonized protests of the Budget™, walked out with at least half a case.
It doesn't seem too much to ask for clean sheets without holes, a fridge that I can use, room TV service that's dependable, and stable Internet. Either that or cut the price of a stay. I can get better service (fridge and all) at any Courtyard, and at a far lower cost.
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.
He single-handedly - along with the finest palates in France - brought California wine to the world's consciousness, thereby giving credibility to New World wines overall. Let's just say that it wasn't a happy moment for the finest palates in France.
Carol and her friends lived a golf course community lifestyle, and I already knew there’d be no Two-Buck Chuck Chardonnay anywhere.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. Just how many times am I going to review this wine?!?