After we finished the final Kerrville wine seminar, it was time for takeout roast chicken and a decent white wine. I had stuffed a bottle of the San Angelo ($14, sample) in my wine traveling kit, figuring that even it wasn't much fun, it was white wine that would travel well. I could always put some ice cubes in it if worse came to worse.
Once again, the Wine Curmudgeon was reminded of the first rule of wine criticism: Don't judge the wine until you taste it.
The San Angelo was quite a pleasant surprise. It didn't have the turpentine-like aroma and flavor that so many less expensive Italian pinot grigios have. It also had more -- and better -- fruit than the turpentine wines; fresher and almost pear-like, and was quite nicely done. Serve this chilled with almost any picnic food.