I've said before that it's tough for me to dine out. It's even tougher going to a BYO restaurant. I have a secret obsession. I have a sickness where I need to see the wine that everyone brought in.
It starts as soon as I walk in. I scan the room. I spy Santa Margherita. I spy Yellow Tail. I spy Cavit. The sickness in spying these items is that my nose goes in the air so that I can say, my wines are better than yours. People see my wines and know, I know something about wine.
Then we sit down and I look around more. When the diners leave and leave behind their bottles, I have to get up and go look at them. I have to pull them out of ice buckets to see what they brought. I don't know why I do this!
We dined out the other night with friends and we brought a nice variety of Greek, Italian and French selections. But, when I looked around, I saw good wines on other tables. I even saw bottles I wasn't familiar with. Some people even had craft beer! This place had class! Could it be because this place had a wine shop attached to it? Did they not carry those crappy selections I always play I spy with?
I'll never know.
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