The young people there must have thought I was a southern California looneytune. I jumped into the rental car and hauled the short distance down Tubbs Lane to the magnificent old stone building that is Chateau Montelena. Suddenly I realized that I had committed an egregious sin. But we hadn’t seen it and felt “touristy.” We packed a lunch and, in the warmth of the Northern California sun, we waited.
Napa’s geyser is to Old Faithful what a firecracker is to a nuclear bomb. During one of our wine country trips, we found ourselves at the famed geyser on Tubbs Lane in the northern end of the Napa Valley. I entertain fond memories of Chateau Montelena. Erring in that sort of crowd is somewhat like bleeding in front of a shark.Īll that said, I’d like to pat myself on the back for a redeeming performance recently at a tasting at Philadelphia’s The Garden restaurant, courtesy of Chateau Montelena – one of California’s finest wineries.
especially if one’s findings are to be shared with, shiver, other wine folks. A blind wine tasting, one in which the taster knows not what he is about to taste, always triggers chills down the spine.
