It’s probably going to be the Wine Curmudgeon’s fault. I’m going to be in Bordeaux Thursday through Monday on a wine trip, and on our itinerary are Cheval Blanc, one of the jewels of Bordelais winemaking, and perhaps Chateau Petrus, which produces one of the most expensive wines in the world.
Regular visitors here know that I like cheap wine. I thrive on cheap wine. It’s as much a part of me as my Chicago upbringing or my fondness for the Ramones. The minute that I set foot on the grounds of either of those two properties, I am terrified that the heavens will open, various people will be felled by lightning bolts, and the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse will ride up.
As if the world doesn’t have enough problems already.
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