Wineries and Whiners
Whilst in the Margaret River region we visited a cheese factory (bought lots of cheese!), a chocolate factory, an olive grove (mmm, infused olive oils), a brewery and a few wineries.
I bought some premium wines at Amberley for my brother in-law who was getting married the following week. At Swings and Roundabouts (where the people were fabulous) we tried MANY wines (some of them twice, just to be on the safe side) and I bought a bottle of Tempranillo, which was as fun to say as it was to drink.
By this time I was beginning to feel a little tiddly. It always surprises me when I go to wine tastings that one does begin to feel the alcohol, even though you are only getting little samples. When we stopped in at Flying Fish we were all bolstered by the wine and began to be a little more extraverted, insisting that the staff pronounce 'Sangiovese' with a real Italian accent. For some reason he didn't think it was as cool as we did. Although I'm pretty sure he was thrilled to have us there. Totally thrilled. Really. His uncomfortableness spoke volumes.
Evans and Tate proved to be very disappointing (both in terms of staff and the wines), so we went back to Flying Fish, had a whinge and a whine about Evans and Tate being crap to the poor man who was so obviously thrilled to have us back so soon. Totally thrilled. With a case and a couple of bottles of 'The Italian Job' purchased, we were about to head off when we realised we didn't want to share the cute little wine carrying bag they had given us, so went back and asked for three more. The poor man was again completely thrilled to provide us with the service we required. Totally thrilled.
We then went to Juniper, on Sherdie's advice, and we were pleasantly pleased. I exclaimed loudly that they needed music, which apparently was inappropriate, but the man serving us was very good humoured. More whining about Evans and Tate, followed by admitting we had bought a very uncouth blend (he gave the impression he thought it was uncouth, we thought it was yummy) at Flying Fish. Still, it was very nice, his wines were very yummy and I was quite pissed.
We ended the day by scoffing lots of cheese at home, then going out for dinner to Ze Arc de Iris in Margaret River for a delicious meal with some of the yummy wine we had purchased that day.
I bought some premium wines at Amberley for my brother in-law who was getting married the following week. At Swings and Roundabouts (where the people were fabulous) we tried MANY wines (some of them twice, just to be on the safe side) and I bought a bottle of Tempranillo, which was as fun to say as it was to drink.
By this time I was beginning to feel a little tiddly. It always surprises me when I go to wine tastings that one does begin to feel the alcohol, even though you are only getting little samples. When we stopped in at Flying Fish we were all bolstered by the wine and began to be a little more extraverted, insisting that the staff pronounce 'Sangiovese' with a real Italian accent. For some reason he didn't think it was as cool as we did. Although I'm pretty sure he was thrilled to have us there. Totally thrilled. Really. His uncomfortableness spoke volumes.
Evans and Tate proved to be very disappointing (both in terms of staff and the wines), so we went back to Flying Fish, had a whinge and a whine about Evans and Tate being crap to the poor man who was so obviously thrilled to have us back so soon. Totally thrilled. With a case and a couple of bottles of 'The Italian Job' purchased, we were about to head off when we realised we didn't want to share the cute little wine carrying bag they had given us, so went back and asked for three more. The poor man was again completely thrilled to provide us with the service we required. Totally thrilled.
We then went to Juniper, on Sherdie's advice, and we were pleasantly pleased. I exclaimed loudly that they needed music, which apparently was inappropriate, but the man serving us was very good humoured. More whining about Evans and Tate, followed by admitting we had bought a very uncouth blend (he gave the impression he thought it was uncouth, we thought it was yummy) at Flying Fish. Still, it was very nice, his wines were very yummy and I was quite pissed.
We ended the day by scoffing lots of cheese at home, then going out for dinner to Ze Arc de Iris in Margaret River for a delicious meal with some of the yummy wine we had purchased that day.
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