Wednesday, February 29, 2012
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Wednesday, February 8, 2012
And unlike the crockies around me, who drink happy-hour plonk at five bucks a pop, I pay premium—fifteen smackers for a glass of wine that would cost $22 a bottle at the local supermarket.
On this day, the bar, as usual, is chock-a-block with wine uncorked yesterday, the day before, and the day before that…
And so, as usual, I try to work with Eddie the bartender on exactly what I can order that is fresh i.e. a bottle opened, not necessarily in front of me, but on this day.
“Let’s start with chardonnay,” I say. “Foley or Louis Jadot?”
“I have a half of bottle of each from yesterday.”
“And you can’t pop a fresh one?”
Eddie shakes his head.
“Okay,” I say. “Let’s try red. Any Ridge?”
“I have three bottles already open.”
“From yesterday?” I say.
Eddie nods. “And older.”
“That won’t work. How about Beringer cabernet?”
“Anything else I might like?”
“I’ve opened a bottle of Malbec,” says Eddie.
“I’ll try it.”
Eddie pours a taster.
I sip. It tastes like Welch’s grape juice without sugar.
"You sure you can't open a new bottle?" I ask.
"I'm sure," says Eddie.
I grab my jacket.
“Where are you going?” asks Thom Steinbeck.
“Lucky’s, for a fresh glass of wine.”
On the way out, I run into Brainy Bill, just arriving. “Where are you going?” he asks in surprise.
“They won’t open a fresh bottle of wine,” I say. “So I’m going to Lucky’s. The Casket can screw itself.”
But the Casket is already screwing itself... shut.