California in general

Personal memories ​Sometimes, in Portugal, when you hesitate about a wine, the waiter suggests you a “local wine” not listed. That suggestion usually leads you to extreme sensations: either the disappointment of a bad wine, deserving the anonymity, or the surprise of something really good, that deserves to be served, but, being unbranded, couldn’t be listed. One way or another that would always be the cheapest alternative. It happened to me at Nepenthe. The girl kindly suggested me a “local Pinot Noir”, and I followed her.

​Yes, it was excellent, but also the most expensive of all. I didn’t complain, but my wife still doesn’t understand how a man can accept to pay $15 for a small glass of wine. (Please don’t tell her that it was one of the best but not the most expensive I drunk in USA)