Yesterday my wife and I were taken on a local winery tour by a couple of our friends. We don’t drink much wine these days so it was a nice treat to go out. Plus, we’ve never really gone out to sample wines at a vineyard. The only place we’ve been to before is the local berry farm that has a winery. Which is nice because we can walk home after…
Our friends, Megan and Russ, planned the day and Russ was driving us around. Now, three out of the four of us are railroaders. My wife is the odd one out, but she can curse and talk filthy just like the rest of us. That being said, we are definitely not swanky or hoity-toity by any means. Nor did we dress the part. None of us acted the part either. We were ready to have some fun.
At our first stop we sampled four wines. The Chaberton Winery was elegant and high class feeling. We also hit their bistro and had some lunch. Can’t go drinking on an empty stomach. The waiter was amused when we requested a bottle of rosé to accompany our meal. I asked for it as a “bottle of pink and pretty”. Clearly I am a gentleman of worldliness culture.
The next location was Backyard Vineyards. It was more our style. Middle class feeling. Megan and I sampled four more wines and giggled as our significant others sat at a table reading the wine list and playing on their phones. We ordered a cheese a cracker plate, grabbed another bottle and polished it off rather quickly.
Then we went to the Township 7 to sample some more. This is where I learned that the name is derived from the seven different locations that make up Langley. As well as the fact that the vineyards in Langley align perfectly with France making the grapes equally tasty? No clue. We were having fun.
What we thought was our last stop turned out to be a lie. While we were at the Township 7, the staff recommended a new location that had opened the week prior just up the road. Off we went!
The Glass House Estate winery was by far the best place we went to yesterday. We sampled four more wines including a very tasty ice wine. We then grabbed a bottle of wine and enjoyed another cheese plate. The four of us were giddy and getting loud. There wasn’t a lot of people in the building so I’m pretty sure our conversations could be heard throughout. The place was going to be open for another hour or so. After our first bottle went empty, we decided to get another one.
That last bottle put the three of us past our limit. Stumbling back to the car laughing and joking we were ending our evening at around 7pm on a Saturday. Quite honestly WRECKED. Wine drunk is different from beer drunk or hard bar drunk. Wine drunk hits you fast and it’s always that last glass that puts you over the edge. But at least you stop.
We had a blast. My wife and I would do it again. In fact, there is now a plan in the works with our friends to go tour the BC Okanagan this summer. Or as my wife was trying to search it on her phone: “Ikanogon Wine Tour”.
I realized that in a few short hours, my bank account was down a couple hundred bucks. Not something I usually do anymore when it comes to drinking. But I’m willing to make a sacrifice like this once in a while. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll be all wine connoisseur like and spit it out after sloshing it in my mouth and examining the glass. But until that day, the wine gets to go into my stomach like regular folks.
And unlike my poor wife yesterday- the wine stayed in my stomach.