I had an embarrassingly large meal at the Brat Stop (where two insane people are the proprietors), but it helped me to continue to observe and photograph the event without having to worry about the drunken staggering factor.
This would be fabulous with a weekend late evening summer dinner of salads, light meats, and other summer fare. It also pairs well with writing, because it's what I'm drinking now as I sit at the keyboard.
Drinking this wine and imagining oysters made me think of a Hemingway quote from A Moveable Feast: As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture...
We met several of the Olive Oil producers, and learned how to do an Olive Oil tasting. It's noisy and sounds pretty disgusting, but boy oh boy! While I've always loved Olive Oil, until I learned exactly *why* I love it through proper tasting, I realized that I had been missing out on the full pleasure of the oil.
Paso Robles has the best Zinfandel. Period. Everybody else is fine, but for a full appreciation of this singularly American-style grape, Paso Robles has everyone beat. By a mile. (yes, yes, I know. Primitivo. I got it.)