We
departed Santa Rosa, California and made our way to San Francisco to
meet up with Jon's good friend and college buddy Jimmy. Since we had a
relatively short drive in front if us in road trip standards, we decided
to take the longer route that would allow us to see Napa Valley.
The
difference between Sonoma and Napa was quickly evident. Where Sonoma
had this laid back charm and vibe, Napa seemed a bit stiff despite the
gorgeous landscape and views. To us outsiders, it seemed that most
wineries required an appointment to either tour or taste at the
facility. With iPads in hand, we undertook some on-the-go research to
find wineries that could accommodate us walking in for a quick stop.
After reading rave views on line for one such winery, we decided to make
that our ONE stop in Napa. In addition to the winery receiving
wonderful reviews, online posts could not say enough good things about
one employee Margaret.
We
called ahead and let Margaret know to expect us about lunch time. Prior
to arriving we were both in desperate need of coffee and caffeine was
the only thing that would make us feel somewhat human again despite the
early start we made to get on the road.
So
we arrived to the winery, with our coffee cups in hand, to quickly find
out we had committed a wine tasters faux pas. In the same movement to
shake our hands with a hello, Margaret extracted our coffee cups and
said, "you won't be needing these any more. I'll get you some crackers
to cleanse your palette." I was only about half way through my cup, so I
was only about half way human...which I am sure came across in the
facial expression I gave this women who chose to come between me and my
first full cup of coffee of the day. And let's face it, I was there for
the experience- I am not nor will I ever claim to 'know' wine.
With
our crackers eaten, Margaret then began the tasting for us. What might
have come across to others as sincere questioning on Margaret's part,
came across as probing with the intent to pass judgment on our
worth...literally! We managed to get through the tasting, but we had a
hard time shaking the bad taste Margaret left behind - I am pretty sure
there wasn't a cracker to cleanse that away.
As
we exited the winery, I turned to Jon and said, "I didn't realize
Cruella de Vil worked in Napa, I wonder where she hides the Dalmatians?"
And bless him, without a moments hesitation he replied, "the wine
cellar!".
Napa vineyards.
Enjoying the view among the Chardonnay grapes.
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