I try not to play favorites. When someone asks me what my favorite wine or grape is I usually babble some non-committal bullshit until I see their eyes glaze over and I know it is safe to change the subject. There are great wines to be had in all styles and made with all sorts of grapes. As someone with a reputation for having an aversion to Beaujolais, I have to admit that I have had some that weren’t half bad. Cabernet to Pinot to Chardonnay, they have all caused me to fall in love with them over and over, so asking me to publicly choose a favorite is like asking a parent to choose a favorite child. It just seems wrong and unfair to even consider the question.
The truth is, however, I do have favorites. My go-to wine is Côtes du Rhône, my typical splurge wine is Châteauneuf-du-Pape, and if someone held a gun to my head and demanded to know my favorite grape I would probably pee myself and scream like a little bitch “It’s Syrah dammit, just take the girl and leave me alone!”
That’s why I am so excited that Amy and I are hopping a plane on Wednesday for our second annual trip to Paso Robles to attend Hospice du Rhône. If you’ve never heard of it, HdR is a veritable orgy of Rhone-style wines from all around the world.
This is the twentieth year for Hospice du Rhône, and I would tell you to run out and get tickets, but nearly every event is already sold out for this year. If you are as big of a fan of this style of wine as I am, I would suggest looking into attending next year.
Speaking of events, one of my favorites from last year was a bowling tournament with the winemakers. The bastards must have heard that I’ve been practicing (and drinking milk!) and they aren’t having it this year. I don’t blame them for being scared, but I sure was looking forward to redeeming myself on this visit.
Oh, and one other thing. Amy is having a birthday while we’re there. My liver is already aching in anticipation!