Yesterday I went to Camp to meet my friend and personal hero Joan Walsh (a Shorewood native) and, as I had not been drinking for a week, I was looking forward to a glass of wine. Jesus H Christ. They only have Cabernet on tap. It was THE ABSOLUTE WORST WINE I HAVE EVER HAD IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. (Possibly matched my one I had in St Jean Cap Ferrat) This wine smelled like mold and tasted like carbonated grape juice.
I didn’t care I got to see and hug Joan Walsh. That’s more than enough of an intoxicant for me.
