Mrs. Wine Guy was throwing a bridal shower for the future daughter in law recently.  My hope was that I would get to go visit one of my buddies or head over to the sports bar and watch a game on TV, or do some other manly pursuit.  That hope was short lived when the Mrs. WG asked “would you mind being the bartender”.  Knowing that no was not an option I lied and said “I’d be happy to honey.”  So there I was, committed to using up a perfectly good Sunday afternoon serving wine to 14 ladies.  I did not know about half of the ladies attending and I knew that at least four of them did not drink at all.  So I was selecting wine for at most 10 ladies.  Two were Mrs. Wine Guy and the bride’s mother both of which who have fairly sophisticated palates.  I have a niece that is a fan of Pinot Noir, and the bride to be that will only drink sweet wine , but the rest of them were uncharted territory.  I had to put my wine guy skills to the test using part of what I had written about

My wife and I are hosting my son’s and future daughter in laws rehearsal dinner in a couple of weeks.  We are having it at one of our favorite Italian restaurants.  In addition to picking out the menu we are of course going to choose the wine.  Despite being a wine guy I still find the process of picking wines a bit intimidating.  Not that I have any problem picking out the right wine I am a wine guy after all, but it’s just so hard to make everyone happy.  I have already told you about my daughter in law to be that only drinks sweet wine (click here in case you missed it) .  Her parents are wine people as well with some pretty strong views of wines they like as well.  They have never disappointed me with their wine selections.  There are also people going to the dinner with varying degrees of wine-e-ness  that ranges from I only drink white, to I only drink cabs, to wine is the devil's nectar and should be avoided lest ye risk eternal damnation.     For this particular event I

Have not blogged in a bit because Mrs. Wine Guy and I do what wine couples do and took a River Cruise in Bordeaux.  The Mrs. went for the sites, the sounds, and the history, while I went for the wine and that is what I am going to discuss.  The French think that they do all things better than anyone else on earth.  After almost being crushed to death trying to see the Mona Lisa and the chaos at Charles de Gaulle airport I’m not sure I agree but the French may have a point when it comes to their love of wine.  Wine is the centerpiece of most of their meals, and they take maintaining their quality standards very seriously.  Many people thing the best wines in France come from Bordeaux. The wines in Bordeaux are not named after the grapes used to make them  but after the area where they are grown.   The grapes for wines labeled “Bordeaux” can be grown anywhere in the region while wines made from grapes grown only in a smaller sub-region use the name of that sub region.   The m