Tuesday, September 13, 2011
I like all kinds of wine, and though I do have my favorites I still try and keep an open mind about the rest. The nicest thing I can say about this wine is that it was inoffensive. It was light, which I expected, but it was almost devoid of flavor, of acid, of tannin, of any form of soul or reason to exist. It wasn't bad, it just didn't seem to be there at all. It was enough to make one wonder what the point was or even if there was a point to be made.
The steak was good from the grill and the soup pictured below was delicious. It was yellow tomatoes and yellow peppers cooked together and pureed with just a hint of heavy cream, a tiny touch of garlic and salt and pepper. That was the best part of the meal.