How much of a wine geek can I really be if I'm sitting here drinking a cold Fat Tire Amber Ale while typing this? (Fat Tire is a Colorado microbrew so good it's worth seeking out and lugging back home, with enormous effort, in your carry-on luggage. Which is how I ended up with this bottle, thanks to Elizabeth's recent trip to Kansas City, and the helpful taxi driver who combed the town with her hunting down a case.) But that's just it: sometimes a beer is exactly what you want to drink. And sometimes, too, a glass of wine is just what the moment or the meal calls for. But unlike beer, something very strange occurs when we're asked what wines we like, or need to pick one out for dinner. No one gets nervous when the waitress hands them a list of beers on tap. So why do we secretly flip out a little when we're handed the wine list? Why, when the friendly, helpful guy or gal (though most likely he's a guy) at the local wine shop comes over, do we feel as though he's a representative of the culture police, out to test our wine credentials? Suddenly we stumble, embarrassed when we can't recall the vintage or vineyard we mean. Well, at Girls at the Grill, we say: Forget about that.
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