Last week, I figured out that my wine had not yet been moved to Napa and that I could therefore go pick it up much earlier than expected and save myself the tremendous schlep to wine country. Thanks to my darling friend Rachel, who donated her time, an extra vehicle, and some much needed arm muscle, we were able to move my entire stock from San Francisco, over the Bay Bridge, up my tiny little street, into my tinier little driveway and down into the basement all in under two hours. Done, and done. (P.S. Let me know if you have anything you’d like to trade for some great wine.)
As I piled the boxes into the musty cellar, I couldn’t help imagining myself stocking some fabulous sort of speakeasy, complete with hidden doorbells and secret passwords. Wouldn’t that be super cool? I was telling this to another friend yesterday and he suggested calling the bar (which would have to be wedged in under the floorboards—my basement is not very big) Crawlspace. I love it. I’ve often thought about opening some sort of pub & pastry establishment. Wouldn’t that be fun? Maybe for my next project…
Anyway, as the Je Suis Wine comes officially to a close, I want to thank everyone who’s been a loyal or once-in-a-while reader of this blog. All 16 1/2 of you are very special to me. I plan to move First Crush over to my Menuing blog as soon as I figure out how to do that, so keep tuning in for delicious news and feasts for your hungry eyes. Not in the Dirty Dancing sense, but, oh never mind.
Ok, so, the end. Anticlimactic? Nah, I’ve got 397 bottles of wine under my apartment. I’m happy as a Syrah-drinking clam.