Ain’t no Sunshine when she’s gone
March 2, 2010March 1, 2010 is one of those nights I like to call SANs (single adjective nights). On this particular night that adjective is “epic”. Eric and I roadtripped to Portland, Oregon for a party cleverly titled, “wine party 2010”. All things considered, we tried a lot of wine, met a lot of interesting people, and probably made fools out of ourselves.
After filming the Terroirists Wine Show, we made our way into the crowded basement of the Douglas Fir Lounge. The room was filled with winos, mostly male, and mostly dressed in blazers and jeans. And I thought I had an original idea – not in Portland, my friend. The sliders were killer with wasabi pickles, and the chicken tasted as though it were fried on another planet (in a good way).
In between the burlesque dancers there was much wine to be sampled. The two wines that stood out the most are the 2009 Feral Sauvignon Blanc from Efeste and a Reynvann Family Winery wine (I don’t know which one it was). Fighting the crowd for a couple of hours, we meandered through the sea of sausage and met some peeps while sampling the best of what Washington has to offer.
Unfortunately the party ended rather abruptly at just after 10, which left us incessantly scrambling. We headed two blocks down the street to Nobile Rot, a restaurant and wine bar with a great view of downtown Portland. There I had a flight of Vouvrays, and Eric surprisingly strayed from the Loire for a flight of Ridge Zinfandels. The place has a nice atmosphere, and I’d like to try it again sometime when not coming from a wine party.
The tab was picked up by some guy from Wisconsin, and the rest of the night fades into mystery. Actually, I remember it all, but there isn’t much else worth stating. Oh, and in case you were wondering, the name of this post is dedicated to my long lost love, Sunshine from Portland.
Oh, and expect to see more about this trip in the days to come. Eric has a lot of video to sift through, and we both have hangovers.