There’s only one person I’ll trust from the big box wine store(s) in town. I didn’t go to his store for our New Year’s champagne and we’re regretting it. I picked up a small bottle of something that was “recommended.” A small bottle of French Brut.
We’re calling it “Old Toe.” When I popped the cork, I couldn’t quite place the bouquet. Sort of locker room chic. And, as Austin Powers would say, the taste was “a bit nut-tay.” My wife gave a description that I’m not very familiar with and can’t write on these pages.
We drank it, for 15 bucks you kind of have to, and had chocolate-covered pecans. Sorry Dr. Atkins.
Watching Dick Clark — without Dick Clark — we caught something called Big & Rich. Even though the lead singer was wearing a Confederate Uniform, which turned me off right away, I can honestly say I’m not sure why they’re on the charts. And what’s up with the deformed little person they had on the stage with them?
Yikes.
Here’s some Old Toe to you, guys.