Ok…so it’s the holiday season, you’re having guests over and you’re looking for wines to pair with desserts. This is your chance to wow your friends with your incredible wine pairing skills or…drum roll please…fall flat on your face because after the first sip of wine and first bit of food, the wine tastes like vinegar and the food tastes like raw sugar. Never fear…we’ve got your back to keep you from making those mistakes.
Recently, while on a business trip to Europe I was able to visit the land of Riesling, otherwise known as Germany. Granted Germany is known more for its beer and for the first three days while I was in Hamburg, wine was an afterthought.
I hate Sauvignon Blanc. I’ve always hated Sauvignon Blanc. I didn’t like the taste and usually found that it was often served poorly as well…too cold…small glass…the litany goes on. There really wasn’t anything about Sauvignon Blanc that I liked. However, the sharper of you readers may have noticed the past tense in those last two sentences. I now have a new reason to hate Sauvignon Blanc because I’ve kind of grown to like it…or at least some of it, so now it’s turned me into a hypocrite as well.
Well…we’re now in the aforementioned Bruges… “The land of many hangovers” and this place is stunning. More old buildings than Ghent, at least in the center section and probably the biggest collection of bars and restaurants we’ve seen in years.
We met up with our friends, Steve and Allison from the UK and our foreign exchange student from Germany of five years back, Tammo and his girlfriend Melina and our long time Belgian customers that have become good friends, Peter and Johan and their wives, Caroline and Natalie. It sounds like the beginning of a joke. Four Belgians, two Germans, two Brits and two Americans walk into a bar…The United Nations has nothing on us.
Welcome to Ghent, Belgium. Oh wait…your not here…we are. Well, that sucks for you because this place is great. It was pretty uneventful getting here other than just a really long travel day – San Francisco to Frankfurt to Brussels and then a train to Ghent. Most of the Belgians speak English but they do like to mess with us by not putting many signs in English so we were pretty sure we were on the right train to get here but didn’t get confirmation until we were way the hell out of Brussels.