The terrible problem of everyone who loves full-bodied white wine

Did he really say that? Yes. He really said it. That they were doing their utmost to keep ‘this kind of wines’ off the menu. I was momentarily speechless. It's not like I ordered a glass of Canei wine or something. But something full and white. Meursault-like. Condrieu for my part. I was out, sitting in my favorite restaurant (at least, it was until that remark), was a bit earlier than the rest of the company, had had a long day and wanted to treat myself to a nice, good glass.

The waiter looked at me with an expression that was somewhere between disapproval and pity. I didn't let it get to me and continued looking at the menu. Whether I could taste that wine then. And he really said it. That I couldn't taste it. That wine was really for the experienced wine taster. I tried to make a joke. That you could say a lot about me, but calling me an inexperienced wine taster seemed to me the understatement of the month. You understand that from that moment on, it was really off my favorite restaurant list.

Fortunately, there was my beloved and the rest of the company and a nice Pinot Grigio was ordered that made us all happy.

A month later, I had a glass with former editor Liesbeth. Now she and I are different in many ways (she only travels with hand luggage, and she thinks it's silly to board a plane in heels, I'm team dogs she's team cats although we both find a dog and a cat nice) but in wine we find each other. We both wish for it to be full, soft, and so creamy that it leaves streaks along the glass. So when I was a bit earlier at the café where we had agreed to meet, I ordered ahead. Nothing nicer than having a nice glass waiting for you after a bike ride through the cold. I described our desired glass. Again that look. That this was the kind of wine that didn't really fit their establishment. How so? You have a wine list. With a multitude of wines on it? Something for everyone. Since when are you a hospitality outcast if you like full and rich? It equates to little nuance and not refined. As if you show up in a labeled outfit with too blonde hair at the PC Café with a Hermès belt just to show that you might not have taste, but you do have money. I think it's something like that.

For now, I just drink my glasses at home. Waiting until my taste, just like in fashion, is ‘en vogue’ again. And there is an added benefit. But you'll read that here.