Wine Country


One of the joys about living in San Francisco is being able to run off to the wine country so easily. R Man, the Divine Diane and I hit the road yesterday for lunch in Yountville. The town is about as big as the period at the end of this sentence, but lunch at Redd was delish and R Man and Diane got to guzzle, I mean taste many very nice wines. In fact, I was the one who drove home because R Man had tasted deeply.

It’s beautifully autumnal there right now with the grape leaves turning gold and the sunlight both soft and warm at the same time because, you know, it’s California. We saw plenty of other tourists up there who were loud and drunk, by the busful, and you have to feel sorry for the people who live there and have to put up with Girls Gone Wild, Napa every time they go to the grocery store, but then, they also have bucolic splendor so maybe it’s a trade off.

3 responses »

  1. T – we’ve had nothing but laughs and good food. It’s great.TOA – I know bucolic splendor too often translates into bad coffee and not much to do, but it really is pretty up there.


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