The Moment You Realized You Could Master Wine Lists
There's something about wine lists that turns confident palates into anxious ones. You know the drill: a bound booklet, cryptic jargon, and a chorus of voices whispering, “What if you pick the wrong one?” Last night, a work dinner at a restaurant where the wine list was a 14-page tome, left me sweating through my seat. My coworkers, all seasoned diners, were watching me flip pages like a panicked squirrel. I defaulted to a Malbec—because it was the only word I recognized—and hoped it wouldn’t feel like a betrayal. It didn’t. But the entire evening lingered in the shadow of…
