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.
But 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!