We’d have a blind taste-off with wines that we brought from our own cellars (wine coolers, actually. This is Vegas. There are no cellars.)
Not many people know that prior to Prohibition, Los Angeles was the premier appellation for grape growing and winemaking in all of California.
The meal was an African Vegan-Themed menu. All the courses together provided excellent levels of spices and textures.
It is delicious and despite its heat, it’s very easy to drink before it becomes necessary to take an unscheduled nap. Don't ask.
I brought the last of it home and made a tasting video about the experience only to discover that I had an issue with the microphone. Dammit.
You know Maine, the land of pine needles, lobsters, clams, and rocky beaches? But wine?!?
The first seminar I attended was all about Pinot Noir. There were ten for us to taste and it was hosted by two Master Sommeliers and the winemakers. Was I in heaven or what.
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.
I, for one, went from "annoyed" to pissed. I don't know who did the editing/abridging, but I'd bet my firstborn that it wasn't Rex Pickett. Sorry, Zach! That was figurative.
I'm originally from the outskirts of Philadelphia, and I'm horrified at the wimp I've become.