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I’ve NEVER stood in line at an Apple Store - while close, I don't quite put the fan in fanatic.
I began my foray into the bartending world by starting as a barback. It was easily the hardest work I’ve ever done for less than minimum wage in my life.
I will admit that some Napa Chards have exceeded the idea of balance in favor of the overdone ("What was that vintage? 2006 Louisville Slugger? Yum!") With that being said, I'd rather have an overoaked Chard than one that tastes like lemonade laced with pineapple juice. I want WINE, not a melted popsicle.
So I also ordered an iced tea. Which was interesting, because although our very diligent beverage guy made sure that our glasses were filled, there was no actual “ice” involved until he asked us if we needed ice for our iced tea.
I can pretty much vouch that even the most passionate of NZ Sauv Blanc winemakers avoid the addition of cat pee into their wines.
And then for some reason, tiny insects decided that they just had to commit suicide on my freshly painted doors. Besides tweezing their little carcasses from the paint, there was even more razoring, sanding and repainting!
Over the years their wines have evolved – “grown up” so to speak – and so have I.
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.
In 2015 I gifted myself with several wine and food toys. It was imperative. ish.
When the wine does not have the characteristics that you have come to expect from that varietal then there truly is a Great Disturbance in the Force.