Daddy’s Chianti

I was in a hurry to get to a party, me being the most important participant ’cause it was my turn to bring the wine. But wine I didn’t have. So, I stopped into my favorite local wine shop, grabbed the first thing I saw, mostly because the label struck me as funny. Well, little did I know I purchased a Chianti – and I don’t drink Chianti. Ok, long story short; my wine was not only the hit of the party but the main topic of conversation. Really good sh*t, nothing like the Chianti my dad use to drink.                                                                                                 Al Dente, 2017

Girls night at my house, and my best friend was in charge of the wine. In walks Eli with the weirdest looking bottle I’ve seen in while. Now mind you, Eli doesn’t know her ass from a – well you know the rest, about wine. But, I’m telling you, this wine, this Chianti, was fantastic. Don’t know about the label but I’d drink this Chianti not just on Tuesdays.                                               Bel Tempo, 2017

My wife and I went to dinner to a new restaurant last week. Good reviews, not know for its Italian food, but they had a decent wine list. Our table wasn’t ready when we arrived so we sat at the bar. I asked for the house red and my wife drank something new to us, a Friulano. When we sat down, I asked the waiter to bring us a bottle of their house red it was so good. When she came back with the bottle I asked her to take it back, ‘I don’t drink Chianti.’ Then, I saw that laugh-out-loud label, and really didn’t want the wine. But damn, it was good wine. That’s right, that is what we drank with dinner; so what.                                  Franco Bolli, 2017