Oh, well, then, Hi "Rambi."
Back from Louisiana. Mother has finally moved out, while I was gone, so I don't need to beat her to death with a baseball bat. I was so dreading that possibility, especially right before Easter and all.
Speaking of wine, I ordered wine with my dinner a couple of times in Louisiana. Not the fancy type restaurants you read about, but very good places that the locals go, not so expensive, no reservation required, and the food is excellent. But, the wine . . . .
The first place, I asked for the list, they had "red, white, zinfandel, and merlot." I ordered a carafe of zinfandel, it was white zinfandel, which of course is blush, not real red zinfandel, and it tasted kinda like sodapop. Well, it turns out that in Baton Rouge, "zinfandel" means blush. The rest of the party was willing to drink it, so I got a glass of "merlot," which tasted at least like grape soda.
In New Oreans, well, actually in Bucktown, out by the lake, we had to wait for a table, so I went to the bar and ordered a glass of wine, and this time when the bartender said "red, white, zinfandel and merlot," I asked if it was white zinfandel, and she said no, and I said, good I want a glass, and then she said, it's pink. So, no, I wanted the merlot. This actually tasted like wine, I think it was Fetzer.
I think I'd rather drink grape juice than Manichevitz, even "grape flavor" Manichevitz. |
