I Don’t Have a Cent Where I Pay My RentPosted: 2013/05/28 Filed under: Uncategorized Leave a comment
I’m almost to the end of 3 weeks of training at the restaurant. I think I pretty much know where everything “lives,” what the systems are, where the men’s room is, the personalities of my co-workers, what’s generally expected of me and how the ebb and flow of the night goes. I have a great handle on the food (it’s what I’m most interested in) and the wine is coming….
But y’all, wine is hard! Italian wine, even harder. And a 150-bottle list, damn near intimidating.
Well, tonight we tasted dessert wines (one of the perks of training — sitting down after the shift and eating and drinking little sips of 8 or 12 bottles. Rough duty…..). And for the first time I felt completely comfortable with my opinions and observations on nose, taste and potential pairings. My favorite, the Sauterne. Wow, just wow! Who knew mildew could be our friend?
And so I go, onward towards my food and wine test Friday. I have two days off and I’m gonna study my ass off. Not gonna stress about it. Be organized. Well-paced. And rational.
I’m happy. The choices of two years ago were good. Let’s see where this takes us, shall we?