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.
I encourage all Paso Robles fans to check out the videos. Oh hell, check them out even if you’re not a Paso Robles fan! They’re fun, well done, and surprisingly educational.
However, I decided that I needed to bring more of these back because they display some pretty **cough cough** nice writing on my part. Especially this one, which I guess I really didn’t write at all.
In fact, I’m pretty sure I hogged the bottle, but there’s no truth to the rumor that I sat in a corner just swigging away. Really.
Of course, I realize that many of my friends would say that even a tablespoon of white wine is too much, but that’s not my point. And they’re a little on the extreme side. Kinda.