A few weeks ago, I attended a wedding where the bride was the daughter of a fairly successful businessman.  During the meal following the ceremony, there were waiters/stewards stations at frequent intervals with bottles of wine in hand.  The labels were covered with napkins, but a single inquiry with the waiter revealed the name of the wine.  The steward near my table actually had Herzog Alexander Valley Special Reserve Cabernet Saugvinon,  and a comparable bottle of merlot, although I forget the name.  By the standard of most weddings, these bottles represent high extravagance.  However, someone went past my table asking where the Chalk Hill was.  Five minutes later, a steward went past my table with half an inch of Chalk Hill label showing above the napkin around the bottle.  Two of us were able to ID the bottle based on the half-inch of label.  We caught the steward and requested some at our table, and he was extraordinarily accomodating, pouring out one bottle and returning to the kitchen for another.  Here is the part that has me climbing up on my soapbox.  A little later on in the evening, one of my table-mates asked a steward for some wine, and the steward APOLOGIZED that all he had was the Alexander Valley.  How spoiled and distorted are we that a couple of bottles of Chalk Hill have us turning up our noses at the Alexander Valley?  Instead of being totally flabbergasted that someone is serving Alexander Valley to all the guests at a wedding, we appear irritated that there were only a few bottles of Chalk Hill!  And this after 4 years of down economy!  How did we get so spoiled?!

Did you enjoy this post? Buy us a beer or two to show your appreciation.