Pinot Grigio; a working-class wine
Last night, I sipped a glass of Pinot Grigio at the bar of Moxie while munching on an appetizer of grilled shrimp with grit-cakes and watching the Cavs beat the Hawks on the tele. About halfway thru the game (and my dinner,) I realized that I had no idea whose wine I was drinking. Better yet - I did not care. At the end of the day, I have a habit (good or bad) of ignoring wine lists and simply nodding to the bartender and [...]