Malibu Coast vintners — all 52 of them — are doing a victory dance right now.
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.
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.
I have a knack, apparently, for mixing cultural elements in food and making them delicious. I love that about me.
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?!?
Well, my friends Rick and Jarlene went to Cambria, California - actually Paso Robles – for Rick's special birthday. I won't say how old he is, but let's just say that he's been around the block a time or two. Or several.
My recommendation? There are lots of other properties in town that don't charge for parking because they already know and appreciate that you're supporting their businesses by paying for rooms, gaming, shows, events, food, shopping, and more. MGM just wants a pound more flesh.
But, as you can probably guess, after a weekend with the grandkids where I did not drink much, I looked forward to having this at home with my feet up and the TV going. Perfect.