Fair warning to those looking for our normal wine posts…the first couple are just vacation posts for friends or for Karen and I when we get senile and can’t remember what we did when we were here…
Wine tasting in the Santa Cruz Mountains is a special experience. For those of us who grew up in these mountains, getting there is part of the fun after driving in the burgeoning, weekday traffic of Silicon Valley. An exhilarating cruise through the forested canyons, only to emerge into suddenly manicured vineyards is something that can be experienced in very few wine regions.
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.