wine tasting

Well, I went to a wine tasting last night with a college friend. First of all, it was so bitterly cold as I was walking down the street to get to the place. And I was looking forward to it, and well, it was ok, you get what you pay for.

It was basically a loft-y like office, with an area set aside for sipping wines. There were about 7 interesting French white wines. Some of the drinks smelled to me like burnt toast but had an interesting, acidic aftertaste. I don't know enough about wine to say much. The cheese and bread platter was all the way at one end of the room and I practically had to knock people over to get some of the food so that I wouldn't keel over from the alcohol.

The owner of the store owner had a voice that well...very nasal, like that woman who played the nanny in that tv show and quite exhausting to listen to. She would ask these really long questions that weren't really questions but more like statements, and then I could hardly understand what the young French vinyard owner was saying. I pride myself on being able to understand various accents, but man, I had no clue what he was saying. Except it was pretty hilarious when the store owner would have a longwinded question, and then the French guy would answer with "Yes" "No" "I guess.."

Afterwards, I went with my friend for a restorative meal afterwards in Koreatown. Nothing like bibimbop to feel better, especially after a really cold day.