Okay I am totally stealing that title from a book I used to have. I wasn’t able to find it by Googling so maybe I have the name wrong. But that won’t prevent me from telling the story. The book was fictional, perhaps a romance. I had just moved and my then husband was helping me arrange my books by general categories. After we were through, I was getting a cookbook off the shelf, and saw that he had put Come Drink the Wine with my cookbooks. Every time I go for a wine tasting I think of that story, though I don’t think I have ever told it at one.
They seem to have a lot of wine tastings around Warsaw. I actually missed going to one on the day I am getting around to writing this post. The one in this post took place on the same day as my visit to the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.
On my way home, I stopped to pick up some groceries, having totally forgotten about the wine tasting. Just as I came out of the mall, I got a text from my friend telling me that she was leaving her house late. I texted back that I was having to take the food home and would be late myself. Lucky for me the location was only a twenty minute walk from my place. I arrived about ten minutes after Gina.
This time the venue was outside, which was quite nice. We were lucky that the rain held off. I forgot my pencil so making notes was rather sketchy, as I kept browning Gina’s pen. After I got home, I made sure to put my pencil back into my purse, for future tastings. I made sure I took photos of my favorite wines to make up for detailed notes.
The 2015 Saint-Estephe Frank Phelan was my second favorite, though it was not the pricest one of the bunch.
I took the photo above, just to give an idea of the set up of the tasting. Each winery had one or two barrels they could use to serve the tastings. It turned out that we later met and had a nice long conversation with the young woman in the middle of the photo.
The Chateau Phelan Segur 2015 Saint-Estephe was my favorite red. To be perfectly honest, I have never heard of the Saint-Estephe region of Bordeaux, before. Now I have two Saint-Estephes from two different wineries that I really like.
The l’Esprit de Chevalier Pessac-Léognan, from the Domaine de Chevalier above was my second favorite white, and their Clos Des Lunes Lune d’Argent, below the favorite one.
Early in the tasting, I ran into a gentleman I met at the last tasting. I had really enjoyed his conversation and wanted Gina to meet him. When I was done with running around tasting, I tracked him and his friend down. The four of us had a great conversation before the tasting was over and Gina and I went in search of dinner.
One of the reasons I wanted to attend this wine tasting, is that the venue is well known for its foie gras. I love foie gras beyond all reason. As it turned out the restaurant wasn’t serving it that evening because of the wine tasting. I will have to go back some other time.
I was tired of walking, but we both wanted to go to Mônsieur Léon. I had some tram tickets left, so I said I would be glad to take the tram over with her. All I really wanted was some that wonderful french butter, bread, and wine, but once I got there I couldn’t resist having the rabbit rillette. Again the food was so good, I forgot to photograph it.
After two more glasses of some of the best wine I have ever had at a restaurant, and eating way too much french butter, Gina figured out what tram to put me on and waved me goodby shouting out the name of the stop I should get off at. I promptly forgot the name. I pulled up Google Maps on my soon to be dying phone, and saw that the route that started with tram 116 seemed to be going right past the end of my neighborhood, so I kept an eye out the window, glad that the streets here are well lit at night.
I went past the station that I think Gina told me to get off at, and watched until I saw the place on the street where I am always crossing the tracks to go into town. It was an easy walk, but now I am out of transit tickets, and will have to brave the ticket machine again.