Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Wine poetry

Last night we wanted to celebrate the birthday of Pete,
and the best way to do that is get some vino and eat.

So we started off the meal with some Joseph Phelps Cab,
and settled into a booth at our favorite restaurant to blab.

The wine opened up as our steaks were seared,
and soon the bouquet was so rich that our eyes almost teared.

"Yo, Paisan!" called Pete, to our wine-manager friend,
"We need one more bottle before this meal can end!"

We chose an Amarone, (no accent on the "e").
What better way to celebrate the birth of a man from Sicily?

The wine started out a bit tight, but then opened right up,
as aromas of raisins and dried petals soon burst from the cup.

A candle was blown out as the meal drew to a close,
and so ended our birthday feast ended, much to the disappointment of my nose.


Anonymous Pete the sicilian said...

You go girl right on!!!

6:29 PM  

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