I went to another wine tasting tonight.
Actually, this was my third. The second never happened.
The second was just before Christmas at a place called the Wine Warehouse. Dale and I arrived in our usual casual attire and quickly noticed that the attire was
not casual; it was business formal. To make matters worse, the snooty woman behind the counter informed us that reservations were required and we didn't have one.
Anyway, we went to our third wine tasting.
Dale paid the admission and, as we picked up our wine glasses, the woman cashier informed us that it was very crowded; that way more people had shown up than expected.
It was okay, we said, and we made our way to the room where the wine was.
We walked in and stopped short. It was a tiny room and I noticed immediately that there was a line; only I couldn't determine where the line ended. I asked the closest person to me and she said that there wasn't an end to the line; that they were basically walking in a circle, sampling wine from the only table set up, and continuing in their circle until they came back around to the table again for more. She said we could merge in ahead of her, so we did.
Unlike my other wine tasting experience, the majority of people there were older than me and VERY friendly. The woman ahead of us turned around and filled us in on how things worked. She told us of her wine tasting experience so far... what she had sampled and how she liked it.
I was ahead of Dale as we approached the table. I asked for something red and NOT dry and the man poured me a Pinot Noir of some sort. I took a sip. It wasn't bad at all. I moved away from the table and turned around to find out what Dale had been given.
He had something white. He told me it was his third sample.
Third??, I asked.
Yep, he said. He had slammed the first two down.
It made total sense to me since we had to circle around to get another sample (and it was crowded). So the next time we came around, I did the same thing. Only the other red wines were terrible and terribly expensive.
On our last round, I got a rose sample, which is technically considered a white wine. It was the best of the types I had sampled.
By the time we left, most of the people had left as well. We looked around the store part and checked out the neat bottles.
This wine tasting experience was definitely better than my first, but I have come to the conclusion (as has Dale) that the cheaper the wine, the better it is.
