I love this city! Just down the street two blocks from our house is a winery. We saw an advertisement in one of the city papers that they were having wine tasting at Henke on Monday and Tuesday. They also serve food, which smells divine every time we walk by, so we thought we'd have a kid-free evening and give it a try.
I've never been wine tasting before, but I suspect there may be some form or fashion of spitting involved, as they gave us a large empty bowl container with a carafe of water. Julie will have to school us on the finer points of wine tasting. But anyhow...they have a seven different wine taste choice on the menu, so that's what we opted for. The lady that started us off told us all about what we were trying and where the grapes came from and all that jazz. We had a great time!
I'm sure Julie will want to know what we tasted, so Phillip, being as organized as he is, kept a list!
They were out of Chardonnay, so we started out with a Seyval, which is a Dry White Wine. Then the Merlot, a dry red. Then Red Zinfandel. The Vendange A Trois, also a dry red is "blended for bringing out the boldness of Cabernet Sauvignon, the black cherry of the Cabernet Frank and the softness of Merlot". (How's that for good notes?) That one was the most expensive on the list. Then the Riesling and then the Vidal, both slightly sweet white wines. The last was the Cellar Blush, a sweet Blush wine (as you can tell from the name). The cellar blush was my favourite, along with the Merlot.
By taste number five or six, we were both feeling slightly goofy because the only thing we had eaten were those little tiny bread squares that they gave us with the wine tastes. After arguing the finer points of various grammatical and spelling rules, we ordered dinner. Some of the menu was in french. Fortunately, I found the menu online earlier in the day and was able to remind myself what pommes de terre du jour were. I think the restaurant was just being pretentious. I had French Onion soup and salad and Phillip had the Chicken Alfredo. He told me he wanted some "noodles avec mi pollo." Hmmm...French, English and Spanish in the same sentence...Yeah...it was definitely time to stop tasting and start eating!
We each ordered a glass of the wines we each liked from the tasting and had a lovely dinner with good conversation. We both decided that if we ever came into any money, we would still have blue collar attitudes. We're woefully inept at the fancy stuff. The waiter guy remarked about us not using the giant bowl at the end of our table, but he never told us what it was for, and we didn't ask him. I'm sure he knew we weren't classy. We're Klassy. With a K. Phillip said the carafe of water was for refilling our water glasses, but I don't think he was right.
What in the hell is that huge bowl for, anyway? I am not doing any form or fashion of spitting in public. No matter how acceptable it is for tasting wine.
I've never been wine tasting before, but I suspect there may be some form or fashion of spitting involved, as they gave us a large empty bowl container with a carafe of water. Julie will have to school us on the finer points of wine tasting. But anyhow...they have a seven different wine taste choice on the menu, so that's what we opted for. The lady that started us off told us all about what we were trying and where the grapes came from and all that jazz. We had a great time!
I'm sure Julie will want to know what we tasted, so Phillip, being as organized as he is, kept a list!
They were out of Chardonnay, so we started out with a Seyval, which is a Dry White Wine. Then the Merlot, a dry red. Then Red Zinfandel. The Vendange A Trois, also a dry red is "blended for bringing out the boldness of Cabernet Sauvignon, the black cherry of the Cabernet Frank and the softness of Merlot". (How's that for good notes?) That one was the most expensive on the list. Then the Riesling and then the Vidal, both slightly sweet white wines. The last was the Cellar Blush, a sweet Blush wine (as you can tell from the name). The cellar blush was my favourite, along with the Merlot.
By taste number five or six, we were both feeling slightly goofy because the only thing we had eaten were those little tiny bread squares that they gave us with the wine tastes. After arguing the finer points of various grammatical and spelling rules, we ordered dinner. Some of the menu was in french. Fortunately, I found the menu online earlier in the day and was able to remind myself what pommes de terre du jour were. I think the restaurant was just being pretentious. I had French Onion soup and salad and Phillip had the Chicken Alfredo. He told me he wanted some "noodles avec mi pollo." Hmmm...French, English and Spanish in the same sentence...Yeah...it was definitely time to stop tasting and start eating!
We each ordered a glass of the wines we each liked from the tasting and had a lovely dinner with good conversation. We both decided that if we ever came into any money, we would still have blue collar attitudes. We're woefully inept at the fancy stuff. The waiter guy remarked about us not using the giant bowl at the end of our table, but he never told us what it was for, and we didn't ask him. I'm sure he knew we weren't classy. We're Klassy. With a K. Phillip said the carafe of water was for refilling our water glasses, but I don't think he was right.
What in the hell is that huge bowl for, anyway? I am not doing any form or fashion of spitting in public. No matter how acceptable it is for tasting wine.
2 comments:
Enjoyed reading your blog. Loved seeing the camping pics. Wave at the Voice of America tower if you drive thru Mason, I have family near there.
Sara and I are also apparently pretty Klassy since when we went to the Grand Hotel last night for dinner the hostess said "Would you like the grand dining room" in a very low voice " or the more casual Saltwater Cafe!" in a much louder voice clearly indicating which we were more appropriately dressed for.
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