So how did I go from ecstasy to dismay faster than a funny car at the Winternationals?
I really shouldn’t call it a silly law because it was there for a reason. While there are several, it can be summed up in one quote: “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
I mean really? Does Nevada need a wine industry? After all, money isn’t everything.
If your county has a population of 700,000, you can have whorehouses but you can’t have wineries. Stupid.
In Nevada, what do whorehouses and wineries have in common?
However, there are a couple of white varietals that give me fits because I find that I’m always comparing them to their French counterparts.
What that means is that the past few weeks have seen me immersed neck-deep in California wine. Figuratively speaking, of course.
While the visit to Caesar’s was pretty horrific – in fact, I haven’t returned – the one jewel was the glass of Calera Pinot Noir which was presented to me to make up for all of the Wine Fubars they had committed.