So, I was at a posh restaurant on the North Shore in Sydney, celebrating my wife's birthday tonight.
Please can I see the wine list? I ask the attentive waiter.
The owner only serves his house specials, I'm afraid. I can offer you a Red or White. He says.
Well, I'll take a Red then.
Would you like a Portuguese GSM or a Spanish Rioja?
I'm not sure. May I try them both? I say.
[I sample them both, and he spots I think they are okay].
So he says: I think I've got the boss's good McLaren Vale Shirz. I'm not sure I can open it for a taste.
Don't worry. I say. I'll take the Shiraz, that'll be fine, I'm sure.
Guess what he brings out? I almost laughed out loud. (So much history. So much significance: the wine that stopped me (to date, almost 9 months later) buying from the Fo ...)
Yes, the boss's finest McLaren Vale Shiraz was none other than the Cantiniere!!! I couldn't believe it! I took the Rioja with no body, but nice fruit flavours instead.