I went out last week with my book club friends. We have taken to meeting in coffee houses and wine bars--it takes a lot of burden off the "hostess."
Last week, the place was "Wilde Roast," a coffee house named after Oscar Wilde. Since everyone knows that "book club = wine" I ordered a glass of pinot grigio, usually one of my favorite wines.
Well, lets just say that this one wasn't so good. It wasn't that it cost $8 a glass. It wasn't that it was served in a juice glass.
It was that it tasted like nothing so much as rusty tap water. Hey! If I wanted to drink rusty tap water, I'd go pour myself a glass out of the taps at my studio!