When I was a freshman at a small liberal arts college in wine country, I had a roommate who worked for the one and only wine bar in town. She'd come home with wads of twenties, free booze, and stories of the crazy antics locals would get up to in the bar’s after hours. To me this job sounded fabulous, and seemed like an amazing respite from the long hours of studying and milquetoast “partying” with the J.Crew-clad kids that made up the bulk of the college’s populace.
Late one night, she stumbled through our door complaining that they couldn’t find any good waitresses; the town of Walla Walla, WA, [...]
A few years ago, I had the opportunity to meet the young and ultra-foxy Austrian winemaker Markus Huber. We were at a large wine industry event, and at the time I knew only two things about Austrian wine: 1) Austrian winemakers used to put antifreeze ingredients in their wines in the early 1980s, and 2) a really annoying winemaker who visited the wine bar I worked at in college used to call Austria’s most famous grape, Grüner Veltliner, “Groovy” (this was almost as annoying as the fact that he used to say “cool beans!” about everything).
Intrigued by this extremely hot dude seemingly hawking poison juice, I squeezed in [...]