Thursday, August 27, 2009

Let's Play "2 Ups"


Let's Play "2 Ups"

It's a game I learned in LA from a dear friend that shall go unnamed (upon editing this post).

Whenever a night of drunken debauchery leads to ill-favored gossip about some poor victim (obviously not present) we must give them "2 Up's". Meaning, since we just totally defaced them, we must now say 2 positive things about this person so as to make us feel good about ourselves, because heck: We really were saying nice things about them too.

So, here we go:

2 up
Shiraz
2007
South Australia

The official "Two-up" game is an Australian one, consisting of two pennies flying and a paddle (I'm not sure what happens to the paddle). Apparently everyone "goes wild" until the game ends. I can't explain how to play the Australian two-up game... the bottle doesn't really explain it other than "everyone goes wild until the pennies land". I just can't imagine how long the pennies can be flying?

I have a problem with wines that focus too much on the backstory. It's cute, it's endearing, but it's a little purple cowboy. I also have a problem with wines that note on the label how critics love the wine... it's sort of the hang-tag problem for me. I can't buy a wine with a hang-tag that notes the "wine spectator" rating. Or says it's a "best buy".

Sounds like I need another glass of wine to take the edge off? You're probably right.

OK. Here we go with "our LA" version of "2-Ups"...

1. I listened to my favorite album of all time - Texas, White on Blonde, while drinking this wine. I really love that album.

2. I got an aerator that I was able to try out on this wine. It's called "Vinturi" and it makes a cool bubbling noise as you pour your wine into your glass AND makes me pour more than I should drink because I get distracted with the cool noise. I love my Vinturi.

So ... understand the 2-ups game? It's devilishly fun.



Saturday, August 8, 2009

"I like this one better"...

"I like this one better"... so Andrew says. "But it might be a
temperature thing."

Ok.

Love a man who tells me what to do.

Love a man who tells me what to do.

Specifically, I love a waiter who tells me what to order.

I continually insist on chatting with the waiter regarding what to
order... And tonight I found the master at Ado in Venice. Never have
I found such an opinionated waiter, never have I wanted to order
anything the waiter chose for me... In fact, never have I had the
owner shave truffles on my pasta. Paulo shaved truffles on Antonios
pasta. ha. ha ha.

And then wine. He decided if we should order glasses or a bottle
after our "corkage" bottle... And while the bottle that we brought was
way better than the bottle we bought, I'm in love (with the place...
Not the waiter for the record. Plus, it doesn't hurt when the owner
kisses us and asks how we are upon arrival. I eat that shit up...
such a sucker I am.)


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