“I feel like I’m on vacation,” said my friend as we lingered around the firepit with our dessert. It was long after we’d paid the bill and said we should be getting home. The weather was springtime perfect and we were lulled by the splash of water and feeling indolent from a good meal and more than a few glasses of wine.
Oddly, we were in Price Hill.
Polly Campbell
Cincinnati.com
Wine and its wisdom have long been lionized, romanticized, and philosophized, colored by ages of anecdotes, laudatory quotes, and unfortunate faux french accents.
Inspired by the thirsty souls and all the adages of bygone days, this is a place of passion, intellect,and camaraderie, where friends, foes, and once familiar faces can come together and drink in the joys of this beloved nectar.
So as we sip and savor this bottled poetry, we allow the melodious flow of good wine and lively chatter assail our senses and revel in the company of good taste.
