tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180643554431165032.post-17361870918378591302007-08-05T12:09:00.000-05:002007-08-05T12:52:28.917-05:00I've had some bad luck lately...<br /><br />I ate dinner the other night at Azzurro in Richmond<br />with my in laws, my incredibly pregnant and glowing<br />wife and newly pregnant and lovely friend, Laurie.<br />The food was painfully average for the price, and I<br />had the misfortune (fortune) of experiencing a new<br />low in wine service.<br /><br />After telling me that he knew every wine on the list, <br />the waiter recommended the 2005 Robert Pecota<br />Sauvignon Blanc. Sounded good to me. So, he brings the<br />wine to the table a few minutes later and pours me a<br />glass. I glance at the label as he presents it, and it<br />looks overly sweaty. HMMMM. I swirl it a little, take in the<br />aroma and swallow. Warm. Not barely cold. Warm.<br /><br />So, I passed it to my wife to make sure it wasn't<br />me. Look, I hate sending back wine. I hate the feeling<br />of the server going back in the kitchen and slagging<br />me. Chefs and dishwashers popping out to see who the<br />a-hole is who sent it back. And I know I shouldn't feel bad, <br />but I do.<br /><br />Anyway, after I tell him it's not at the right<br />temperature, he says, "Yeah, I know, we've been having<br />some problems with our refrigerator." What?<br /><br />But...you still served my table a warm bottle? Not knowing the <br />proper temp to serve a wine is kind-of understandable. But this <br />is unforgivable.<br /><br />At the very least, the manager/owners should have pulled popular bottles and put them in buckets before dinner service. My mind is blown.<br /><br />So, he brought over a bucket with ice, and we had to<br />wait until our entrees were served to drink it. By that<br />time, everyone was ready for red.<br /><br />I'm not a picky guy. I just can't stomach warm white white. And I hate bad service. If I did something that ridiculous at my job, I wouldn't last long.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kSVUzLl_qDQ/RrYK_AsZQjI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sbMWlR0CQ8I/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kSVUzLl_qDQ/RrYK_AsZQjI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sbMWlR0CQ8I/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095272106050535986" /></a><br />The Robert Pecota Sauvignon Blanc L'Artiste was nice though – a subtle lime, grapefruit, melon, green apple flavor; crisp, not too electric.John Millsjohngrahammills@yahoo.com