Old Parn’s Wine & Spirits Blog
Blather about booze: wine, spirits, cocktails. Stories & metaphors, not verdicts & percentages.
In which our hero links to his latest guest post — narrating the woeful tale of his attempts to buy wine at Eat restaurant on the South Bank.
When a place calls itself Eat, perhaps that’s, y’know, a kind of subtle hint that the emphasis isn’t on the wine list.
Be that as it may. Defying corporate nomenclature, I decided to put Eat’s wine selection to the test — with characteristic ruthlessness.
Be warned: there are scenes in the following post that readers of a sensitive disposition may find upsetting.
You can read the story of the whole desperate, sorry experience in my guest post across at eVines. Here’s the link.
In which Old Parn touts his latest guest post — an attention-seeking spiel about the circumstantial merits of mediocre Pinot Grigio.
How does a cheap, mass-produced bottle of mediocre Pinot Grigio become The Best Wine You Drank All Week?
That’s the question I pose in my latest guest post for eVines. As a bonus, you also get to find out how your hero came to be mesmerising the rural population of Kent with a natty pair of white disposable slippers, and encounter vaguely slapstick anecdotes involving cow pooh.
WHAT’S NOT TO LIKE?
Anyhow, please be my guest and read the whole thing over at eVines.