A friend of mine was once having dinner at a restaurant Nebraska—you
know, home of "The Big Red". He asked the waitress for
a glass of wine.
"Chablis, rosé, burgundy, or Zinfandel?" she replied.
"Zinfandel," he said.
A few minutes later she arrived balancing a glass of something
pink on her tray. She put it down in front of him.
"What's this?" he asked.
"Zinfandel," she said.
It was ZinfandelWhite Zinfandel.
"Don't you have any red Zinfandel?" he asked.
"Red?" she replied. "Zinfandel
comes in red?"
Damn straight. Zinfandel comes in red. Deep red. Heavy red.
Red you drink with a knife and fork. None of this sissy, pinkish
stuff.
You got heart problems? This stuff will clean out your aorta in
nothing flat.
Skippy,
Chief Cellar Rat
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"More
men have perished trying to make a woman happy than have ever died
from drug or alcohol addiction." — Thomas P. Hagen, educator, philosopher,
farm house rebuilder, antique furniture repairer and refinisher,
tea expert, screenwriter, life-long bachelor "Good
wine needs no bush."
William Shakespeare:
As You Like It, Epilogue "There
was once a young
lady from Kent,
Who said she knew what men meant.
When they asked her to dine,
Private room, champagne, wine,
She knew what they meant
... and she went." Anonymous
"To buy very good wine nowadays
requires only money. To serve it to your guests is a sign of fatigue." — William
F. Buckley, Jr.
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