...you go to your neighborhood liquor store, notice they are having a wine tasting, have the helpful sales clerk offer to pour you samples of the two featured wines, ask your opinion, chat a bit about the virtues of each (more specifically California vs. French and your preference for the French because of their use of seasoned oak barrels which do not overpower the light buttery/pear/pepper tones you so enjoy), and have the clerk respond with, "Wow, I didn't know you knew about good wine. You only ever buy the cheap magnums."
Posted by Antigeist at April 28, 2004 12:11 PMouch. which store? nice or neighborhood?
Posted by: z. at April 28, 2004 01:17 PMYou should go cheap and good: Gato! I just discovered they have Gatos Negro and Blanco at an area liquor store- 4.99/bottle. I used to drink this stuff when I was a starving college student in Toronto. 'Member, they used to come with the little plastic cats attached?
Posted by: monk at April 28, 2004 03:37 PMI remember those! I have a little bowl full of those plastic cats to this day.
Maybe it was just a Toronto thing. I've seen Gato (Negro, anyway) in NYC, but not with the trinket. Am I just missing it?
Posted by: Chico at April 28, 2004 04:07 PMAhhhh... Gato. The life. The love. The hangovers from the very bowels of Hell. Those were the days, eh?
But the sad thing? Even our Old Pal Gato is $12.99 a bottle in my hood. Sans plastic cat, to add a little injury to the monetary insult.
Feh.
(Chico-- I too had a bowl of little plastic cats sitting on my dining table back in the day. Right next to the bowl of condoms, but that's another story.)
Posted by: antigeist at April 28, 2004 04:18 PMThat sounds like an interesting story. I'd like to hear it sometime. Anyhoo, yeah, it looks like they got rid of the plastic cats- choking hazards for drunks?
Posted by: monk at April 28, 2004 04:55 PMCuz when you get your drunk on you just can't squelch the urge to...put...toy...cats...in your mouth?
Um, Okay.
Wait, wasn't there another dollar-a-gallon-wine called "El Toro?" that had a plastic bull around the neck? And I've bought an Austrailan Chard that comes with a fancy-pants gold metal kangaroo on a gold rubber band (which I --of course-- immediately put in my hair, slept with it there, and woke to find it so tangled in my coif I had CUT IT OUT WITH SCISSORS.)
How do we get in on this wine/trinket gravy train? Like...sell wineries a different bibelot for each variety they make, encourage the pubic to "collect all twelve!" and then BAM! Come out with a ridiculously overpriced piece of crap bracelet to display them all on.
It'd be like the add-a-bead craze in the 80's. There's millions to be made in the middle-school age bracket alone.
Have the whole deal sponsored by Phillip Morris.
I'm on a roll here.
Posted by: antigeist at April 29, 2004 10:03 AMDude, you're SO money.
Posted by: Vidiot at April 29, 2004 10:49 AM...that had a plastic bull around the neck...
You mean one of these? Nope, I have no idea what you're talking about.
Posted by: Vidiot at April 29, 2004 10:52 AMHey, you made me look up the word "bibelot"! For a guy with so many of them you'd think i'd know that one.
Apparently we're not the only ones who enjoy a little Gato:
http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&q=%22gato+negro%22+wine+&btnG=Google+Search
Now you guys got me craving the damn stuff. I think on Monk's next visit monk, Chico, Zeeb, Vidiot and I get one magnum each...last wo(man) standing wins. Something. Chico's bowl of plastic cats. (Like how I'm so willing to give away other people's posessions?)
How's next weekend sound?
(p.s. I only pulled 'bibelot' outta my ass because I don't know how to spell chatchki, chatchi, chatka, you know, that word for bric-a-brac.)
Posted by: antigeist at April 29, 2004 02:10 PMI'm down for it. The cats are in a storage space above my granddad's barber shop, but I'll hunt 'em down if I can. There might be two dozen of 'em.
For what it's worth, the cat & bull &c. seem a bit Catholic/Pagan, like blood totems of mythical creatures that give strength to the drinker. And Lord, how that's true.
And a-g, I bet you're right: maybe people forgot to take the little tchotchkes (you meant tchotchkes, right?) off the bottle before ramming the whole magnum down their boozy pie holes.
Posted by: Chico at April 29, 2004 02:35 PMyou got bibelot at your fingertips but tchotchke escapes you???
i'm down for a little contest. let's go.
Posted by: z. at April 29, 2004 03:49 PMJoanie loves tchotchkes.
Posted by: monk at April 29, 2004 04:08 PMGod damn you Monk. Stop knowing me. (I was just thinking of a way to work joanie loves tchotchkes in here somewhere.)
And Zeeb? Won't it be fun to watch the amateurs? It's just not fair, really.
Posted by: antigeist at April 29, 2004 04:13 PMyou'll hold my hair at the end of the evening, yes?
Posted by: z. at April 29, 2004 04:35 PMOf course my sweet. And give you a wet wash cloth. However I may have to pop out for a cocktail at some point. I mean, with just a magnum under my belt...
Posted by: antigeist at April 29, 2004 07:02 PMI have a magnum under my belt too, but I'll need at least a plastic animal before I'll let you see it.
Posted by: Vidiot at April 29, 2004 10:46 PMI have a plastic animal... oh, nevermind
Posted by: monk at April 30, 2004 12:16 PM