I am perfectly willing to accept the fact that in spite of my purely hedonistic foodie leanings, I’m nobody’s James Beard. In fact, in the immortal words of Katy Perry, I gave Spam a whirl, and I liked it. Corn dogs preempt duck confit in my culinary hit parade. In other words, I’m a Philistine.
So it comes as no surprise that though I like wine just fine, my usual philosophy is that liquor’s quicker. (Right?!) But that doesn’t mean that I don’t love me some wine tasting.
Spent a lovely weekend in Solvang thanks to my AMAZING party-planner pal — we’ll call her Perkie. If you aren’t familiar with Solvang and the Santa Ynez Valley, it’s 2-3 hours northeast of LA and a world away. If you aren’t familiar with the movie Sideways, I feel sorry for you. FIX IT. We stayed at this adorable, gingerbread hotel:
Perkie found a kindly local driver to take us on a five-winery tour, planned down to the tenth of a second. When ’12-12:14 pick up sandwiches’ didn’t work out, we fell behind, and arrived at this hideousness a little late. Avert your eyes if necessary.
We visited Foley, Melville, Demetria (above) and Rusack wineries. Solvang was settled by Danes around 1804, so we also hit up a Danish bakery. Or two. I loved that our hotel was on Attadag Street! (Because I have a very dear friend named Dag, and I like to encourage him.)
We did NOT get to try the world-famous tri-tip sandwich at Cold Spring Tavern, which is reason enough to re-visit the Santa Barbara area, in spite of all the crime and human detritus.
So even though I may be highly unsophisticated, tend to dribble on myself and don’t drink wine good, I had a FANTASTIC time and can’t wait to go back. Thanks for letting me come along for the ride, Perkie! You are a force of nature.
And thanks for all the kind words yesterday, everyone! You guys mean the world to me.