It’s not unusual to do an overnight road trip to a “Wine Country” and back over the course of a weekend. Yes, it’s so close that even a tourist to Las Vegas could take a couple of days to visit Wine Country. How great is that?
I’ve spent some time reading the varying opinions of winemakers, wine growers, bloggers, columnists, ad nauseum, and finally decided to jump into the fray myself.
Since my years of spring chickenhood are far behind me, I decided to cap the “aging” time frame at about ten years. Seems reasonable.
There are scads more “wine trails” in the Paso Robles/Central Coast area than I thought was humanly possible.
I must be nuts.
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.)
Wine Enthusiast and Wine Spectator are arguably the burly boys of the wine magazine world. They and their tasters can make or break the reputation of a winery (deserved or not…but that’s a debate that will never be resolved) by the flick of a pen.
I’m quite the advocate (Wine Advocate … get it?) of cooler temperatures for red wines than what we’re used to. We Americans tend to think that “room temperature” equals “warm.” Kind of how many Americans tend to think that “Chihuahua” equals “cute.”
So I became an ABC (Anything But Chard) gal. It was quite a few years before I found the Chard character my palate desired and, as I discovered, you had a spend a little money to get it. Nowadays – whether it’s because you really don’t have to spend a fortune to enjoy a good Chard or because my palate has matured – I enjoy it on a fairly regular basis.
Yup. Me. Liking white wines. Who’da thunk?