The Coldest Winter I Ever Spent…

As the old saying goes, "The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco".  Largely (and falsely, apparently) attributed to Mark Twain, this famous quote reflects a town better known for fog than balmy climes, for lulling tourists into daytime complacency only to make a fortune on sweatshirt sales beginning around 3:00 P.M. 

Weather_map_2But today the sweatshirt vendors will go hungry.  Today it’s 89(!) in San Francisco (with copious amounts of pasty white skin on display) and 90+ at our wine bar in Solvang.  You’d think it was July!

And when the weather forces my thoughts toward the hammock instead of the keyboard, it’s time to turn to a few crisp well-chilled wines for a bit of warm-weather refreshment.  Here are three of my favorites that I’ve put on sale until supplies run out.  Clean, crisp refreshment at an affordable price!


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