White Wine is for Bitches
OK, so G-man and PH have schooled me, and I won’t be defensive about having introduced everyone to the many pleasures of strong spirits. In fact, as I told PH earlier today, I see myself as a kind of Johnny Appleseed, traveling the land, and spreading the word about good whisky. Once upon a time, that meant bourbon, and John a/k/a Animal still blames me for his weakness for bourbon. More recently, of course, it means single malts, Scotch whisky, Irish whisky (You have to try this Red Breast; I’m going to see that PH gets a taste this weekend.), and on a rare occasion whisky from an even more exotic location – think of Suntori.
Having accepted the role of whisky procurer and prophet, I still have no idea what Andy is talking about with peach schnapps. My only thought is that when we got to the liquor store, and combined our resources, that was the only bottle we could afford for the collective $1.87 we had raised. I mean, who drinks peach schnapps?
When I was in Pittsburgh the other night, sitting in my hotel bar, watching the Colts and the Pats, and enjoying a glass of Lagavulin, a guy came in with a good looking woman and they sat down at the bar. Probably the best looking gal in the whole place. So the guy deserves some props for bringing a cute gal out, especially as he was nothing much to look at himself. But then he goes and orders a glass of white wine. What the fuck is that? I wanted to tell the guy he was ruining the whole image. I wanted to explain that white wine is for bitches. But, I was in a strange town, and he just might take offense to my suggestion, as well intended as it was. So I let it go. I let the guy sit there looking like a horse’s ass sipping his glass of chardonnay.
Just don’t let me catch any of you guys ordering any white wine.
Having accepted the role of whisky procurer and prophet, I still have no idea what Andy is talking about with peach schnapps. My only thought is that when we got to the liquor store, and combined our resources, that was the only bottle we could afford for the collective $1.87 we had raised. I mean, who drinks peach schnapps?
When I was in Pittsburgh the other night, sitting in my hotel bar, watching the Colts and the Pats, and enjoying a glass of Lagavulin, a guy came in with a good looking woman and they sat down at the bar. Probably the best looking gal in the whole place. So the guy deserves some props for bringing a cute gal out, especially as he was nothing much to look at himself. But then he goes and orders a glass of white wine. What the fuck is that? I wanted to tell the guy he was ruining the whole image. I wanted to explain that white wine is for bitches. But, I was in a strange town, and he just might take offense to my suggestion, as well intended as it was. So I let it go. I let the guy sit there looking like a horse’s ass sipping his glass of chardonnay.
Just don’t let me catch any of you guys ordering any white wine.
posted by pops | 10:21 PM
1 Comments:
G,
Wine-tasting per se does not make this a bitches weekend. It's the character and context of the wine that we're talking about. Clearly, with a meal, drinking wine is A-OK, especially a nice red. Also, to mix whites and reds during the course of a single meal is also acceptable. Think of having a white, or a sparkling wine like champagne, with the first course, moving on to a hearty red when the pasta or the meat hits the table.
The problem arises when someone makes white wine the drink of choice. We're back in the cuse, because there are basketball games on three successive nights. Last night after the game, we ended up at another bar in the Armory district: the Blue Tusk. They have sixty-nine beers on tap! And some pretty good scotches and irish whiskies. Now, in that atmosphere, and with those choices, especially after a ball game, only bitches order white wine.
If the organized activity is a wine-tasting, then it's perfectly fine to participate, and taste the various wines. But follwoing your golf game with a glass of chardonnay is out.
Never make white wine the drink of choice. Man law.
Berg
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