Love using the word "nectar." And, loved drinking lots of lovely vino over the past two days...
Tuesday I happily imbibed at a wine class at Vinoteca. There, I tasted a range of glorious whites and reds (mostly reds) from Italy's Piemonte region. Of course I overindulged with the Moscato d'Asti at the top of the class. But who am I not to ask for seconds in my flute, when the bottle is still half-full? (Yes, I'm a half-full gal, rather than half-empty.) However, Moscato d'Asti's addictive bubbles and sweet lychee bouquet aside, it was a robust Barbera-Nebbiola blend later in the evening that really had me swooning.
Still, I hadn't had enough of the grape.
I'm a weak woman. I couldn't resist, and last night paid call on Morrell Wine Bar & Cafe for cheese and Red Zinfandel. A brilliant combination.
All of this wining-around-town is in training for the big game: the Tre Bicchieri next Tuesday night at the Puck Building. I'll be there with my game face on, my palate at the ready and gorgeous Italian wines (and men) on my mind.
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