I know it sounds implausible, but us wine folks could learn a thing or two from our beer-imbibing brothers and sisters, especially during the summer months.
This revelation came to me at a recent show at the Chastain Amphitheater (Boz Scaggs and Michael McDonald, two thumbs way up!). As I scanned the fold-up tables bestrewn with cheeses, salads and various forms of finger foods, I noticed something curious. There were many bottles of wine (mostly red, but quite a number of white) standing proudly on those tables.
Normally, the sight of so many people simply enjoying wine and sharing so freely puts smile on my face (a special shout out to Steve from Tallahassee, Fla., for a generous pour of his 2009 Bordeaux). But here’s the thing: while always appreciated for the gesture, 90-degree red wine is icky…and tepid white or pink wines ain’t much better.
Now, beer folk would never be caught without a trusty ice chest or some kind of