Two Buck Chuck costs at least a dollar more after you leave California. But it’s still a wine value to be reckoned with. Even renamed as Four Buck Chuck after shipping costs.
In a few weeks (and one more surgery) we’ll be headed uphill again to Minnesota, where Three Buck Chuck is available across town.
The Mystery Woman is not what you would call a wine snob. Or any other kind of snob, for that matter.
But in retirement, she is cultivating a taste for the grape. And she knows what she likes: White, chilled. Red, not. Plus, she seems to prefer white wine in the summer courtyard and red wine during the winter months any where. Damned civilized, if you ask me.
Isn’t that all you really need to know about wine? All the rest is show biz.
She is low maintenance and so easy to please. When we go out to eat, the Mystery Woman doesn’t want the waiter to be out any trouble. Although I taught her that you drink white with salmon and red with salmon croquettes.
Once, we walked into a wine bar. She looked at the array of wines lining the shelves and said, “I’ll just have whatever is open.”