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.
My first “good” Pinot – which occurred before the movie Sideways, by the way - was an epiphany. The color that gleamed with translucent ruby, purple, and flashes of garnet, the nose that danced with roses, cranberries, strawberries, smoke, and cherries, and the experience of pure silk on the palate and a luscious, long, exquisite finish, pretty much ruined me for any other wine. While I can't remember the wine maker, I do remember the experience.
It's spring, and as we cruise into summer, I'm already starting to taste my favorite summer wines. That would be, of course, Rosés!
But make no mistake – it is a serious, fully-staffed and stocked kitchen, and the food is no joke. While you will be paying Mirage prices, you can also expect Mirage quality. Excellent. This ain't bar food. Dammit again.
My recommendation? There are lots of other properties in town that don't charge for parking because they already know and appreciate that you're supporting their businesses by paying for rooms, gaming, shows, events, food, shopping, and more. MGM just wants a pound more flesh.
When chicken is cooked this way, it doesn’t just “taste like chicken.” This chicken has flavor, depth, and complexity, and no other foods that allegedly taste like chicken can possibly taste like *this* chicken.
While there are individual bad wines out there - and goodness knows I've sampled my fair share of vinous dreck - modern technology, coupled with the love and passion of the wine grower and wine maker, ensure that in whatever world we prefer, the wines are going to be good.
You all know - even if not personally - the man I lovingly call The Wineaux Guy™. The last few weeks have been incomprehensibly difficult for us.
In 2015 I gifted myself with several wine and food toys. It was imperative. ish.
By making a last grasp into the pockets of those who keep them in business, they have shown that the customer experience is secondary to their gluttony.
Among her other jobs, she was a caterer in the deep South yet had never attended any kind of culinary school. Culinary schools were not available for daughters of ex-slaves in the Deep South in the middle of the 20th century.
Great. I have your attention. Now. Back away from the gutter.