I remember enjoying it because it came out of a bottle that had a cork and wasn’t cloyingly sweet. It was a real wine, and I never drank the Strawberry Hill again.
There were no smiles, just puzzled, furrowed brows. Except for mine, of course. I had a barely-contained evil grin.
The finish was exquisite, lengthy, and sensual, which gave me a "I'll have what's she's having" moment which the men around me immediately noticed.
If you come into this bar to cheer for the other team, you do so at your own peril.
It's a stick of butter disguised as a cake. It's so good. So rich. I felt my thighs fluff and my arteries harden from just one bite.
My friend John Curtas of Eating Las Vegas fame told me in my early Vegas Wineaux blogging career, "don't review a restaurant after only one visit." Well, he's a genuine restaurant critic with years of experience, and except for the occasional stellar or stinky incident, I have taken his advice to heart.
So the overall review of the beers is a positive one. The lagers were novice-friendly, the ales, porters, and stouts (what few there were) were complex and mouthfilling. The IPAs ranged from gently hoppy to "Dude, where's my tongue?"
The finish was pleasantly bitter, hinting of Meyer lemon and coffee. Delicious. And did a fairly good job of slapping my palate around a bit.
According to the reviews a là Groupon, this is an outstanding restaurant - "The Best Restaurant in Summerlin" it said. Okay. I'll bite.
Someone had said that they had really good food and were a "microbrewery" with "hand-crafted beers." Whatever that was.
If they make it rich, then kudos. If they don't, I can imagine that they would continue to make wine until the very end.
I will write more on box wines after the Vegas Wineaux Wine Club box wine tasting next month. (insert evil gleeful cackle here)