The numbers of wineries in Paso Robles have exploded so much in the past few years that it would take a month or two - or six - to visit them all. My liver and I aren't quite that brave yet.
Unfortunately, not all of the wine trails are listed in one, easy-to-search place. Until now.
You'd think that after trashing the Café Zinfandel like I did, the fact that I went out and bought a cube of boxed Pinot Noir would be the height of insanity. And you'd probably be right.
It tasted like cherry soda that had passed by a wine barrel while picking up nuances of Skittles.
We at Vegas Wineaux try very hard not to give the impression that we’re wine snobs. But when news breaks that it takes a little extra care to keep boxed wine fresh and drinkable, our noses immediately shoot up into snooty territory.
At MirePoix Vegas, I've talked about everything from the annoying “Chairman” on Iron Chef America - one of my favorite programs, by the way - to recipes using frog fallopian tubes and bat nuts.
I'm just glad I didn't take a vacation day off in order to assume a fetal position, drink something expensive, and await the final foretold cataclysm. What a waste that would have been!
Well, now that the end of the world is nigh, I figured that I may as well find something that's worth drinking while the Earth is exploding (or we're being invaded by aliens, Zombies have attacked, the waters have flooded the desert, blah blah blah. Or whatever).
Now that I have your attention, I just wanted to share a little about the amazing weekend I spent with The Wineaux Guy™ and talk about some of the fabulous wines we had.
Sometimes you just want to have a simple wine to pair with dinner. "Well now. What pairs well with bagged salad?" You get it.
So until I find a place that I can settle into – and be reasonably certain that the owner won’t change his mind and kick me out because someone else showed up with the bottomless wallet – my Paso Robles Getaway posts may sound more like pity parties.
So I'm in search of another place to rent. Something as insignificant as not having a roof over my head won't deter me from visiting Paso! Unless, of course, it rains a lot and I've done my hair.