Turks? Russians? Lebbies?
Aug. 23rd, 2007 12:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Last night after dinner (at Outback - our favorite, more pedestrian restaurant), we went to Target for water filters, and then headed up River Road in Edgewater to go to this hot, hot, hot wine store - that also has a bar behind (somewhat hidden) the store. We've only gone in there for wine or spirits a couple of times. When we first went in there, we stumbled across about 10-15 REALLY hot Russians. Or were they Turks? Well, they were actually (and still are) Lebanese!! Hot, cuddly, furry Lebanese from north of Beirut in the olive oil region (which is why I looked up Turkish Oil Wrestling in YouTube this morning and got REALLY sidetracked from my usual email checking - some of you might have gotten the link; if not, here is the link.)
We went to the store simply to purchase some wine for the weekend, because (oddly) we were almost done with all the 65+ bottles of wine we had in our kitchen area. I've been enjoying 1-2 glasses of wine per night for a little while, and we were out of town last weekend, when we normally would have shopped for more bottles of wine. While we were in this little wine store, I asked one of the proprietors (Tony) if he knew what vineyard name replaced Rabbit Ridge's name around 2002 (I'd heard the vineyard wasn't selling anymore and that they had to change their name).
Rabbit Ridge is a vineyard I "discovered" while at Lazy Bear in California back in 2002, but the vineyard had some legal problems. Since that year, I have seen fewer and fewer selections of Rabbit Ridge on the East Coast in wine stores.
So, we were in this wine store and I was talking to one of two Tonys - the daddier one. As I completed my purchase, he suggested that we pop round to the bar for a wine tasting. We threw our purchased wines into the car, and settled in for a glass of wine. Matt had a pinot noir and I had a cabernet. Both were really good, but mine definitely had more body. Then, speaking of body, we noticed the other, younger Tony.
The younger Tony is a cute, cuddly, hairy-chested Lebanese fellow who started up this wine shop a couple of years ago. When he and his business partner (the older Tony) came over, they brought tobacco pipes with them. These were reminiscent of pipes I had seen and used in Yemen in 1994, but shorter. He was lighting the coal that goes on the top of the pipe when I saw him and we struck up a conversation. I took the sucking end of the pipe after Tony had primed it, put on my plastic cover, and took a drag. I wasn't sure if I had gotten any smoke at all until I blew. A long stream of light, fruity smoke came out of my mouth. It was wonderful and I immediately got turned on for some reason. Not sure why - possibly the wine, the smoking, the Lebanese guys introducing us to the wine bar (for free!!)... don't know. Possibly the combo.
Interesting thing is, I had resolved not to drink any wine yesterday. But, lo and behold, the universe and these Lebanese business owners had different agendas. I went with it, and had fun.
We went to the store simply to purchase some wine for the weekend, because (oddly) we were almost done with all the 65+ bottles of wine we had in our kitchen area. I've been enjoying 1-2 glasses of wine per night for a little while, and we were out of town last weekend, when we normally would have shopped for more bottles of wine. While we were in this little wine store, I asked one of the proprietors (Tony) if he knew what vineyard name replaced Rabbit Ridge's name around 2002 (I'd heard the vineyard wasn't selling anymore and that they had to change their name).
Rabbit Ridge is a vineyard I "discovered" while at Lazy Bear in California back in 2002, but the vineyard had some legal problems. Since that year, I have seen fewer and fewer selections of Rabbit Ridge on the East Coast in wine stores.
So, we were in this wine store and I was talking to one of two Tonys - the daddier one. As I completed my purchase, he suggested that we pop round to the bar for a wine tasting. We threw our purchased wines into the car, and settled in for a glass of wine. Matt had a pinot noir and I had a cabernet. Both were really good, but mine definitely had more body. Then, speaking of body, we noticed the other, younger Tony.
The younger Tony is a cute, cuddly, hairy-chested Lebanese fellow who started up this wine shop a couple of years ago. When he and his business partner (the older Tony) came over, they brought tobacco pipes with them. These were reminiscent of pipes I had seen and used in Yemen in 1994, but shorter. He was lighting the coal that goes on the top of the pipe when I saw him and we struck up a conversation. I took the sucking end of the pipe after Tony had primed it, put on my plastic cover, and took a drag. I wasn't sure if I had gotten any smoke at all until I blew. A long stream of light, fruity smoke came out of my mouth. It was wonderful and I immediately got turned on for some reason. Not sure why - possibly the wine, the smoking, the Lebanese guys introducing us to the wine bar (for free!!)... don't know. Possibly the combo.
Interesting thing is, I had resolved not to drink any wine yesterday. But, lo and behold, the universe and these Lebanese business owners had different agendas. I went with it, and had fun.