You know moving ranks right up there as one of the top “stressors”, right?
Add being a wine snob to the mix, and having to give up all good wine avenues. That’s what this move felt like (especially since you can’t go to a Whole Foods on a Sunday for a last-minute wine purchase). T.Jefferson once said, “The boisterous sea of liberty is never without a wave.” As one moves freely about the country in pursuit of life, liberty and happiness, boozelessness proves to be a bit too turbulent at times, donchyaknow?
Tonight I found an awesome store in South Minneapolis. Elevated.
Located at 4135 Hiawatha Avenue, I was slightly dismayed when I walked in and was greeted with a wall–yes, a WALL, of Pabst Blue Ribbon cans. This was the store recommended to me by a wine buyer?
Walking through the first aisle, and barely a wine in the $20 range, I knew I was going to be impressed. These are not bottles of Barefoot or Yellowtail that litter a $3.99 bin, but rather had drama, intrigue and all the darkness of a goth’s angst-ridden teen years one wants to see on a label. (I was obviously walking through the reds. I left behind the rainbows and ponytails of the whites for now).
$*&^.00 later, I walked out happy. And with a wine bag that will score me 10% off future purchases. I already met my maximum amount for the discount, as Chuck and Jim were great–as excited about my wine buys as they are about the upcoming Vikings game. (Pssst. I even bought some Minnesota whiskey and beer. In cans.)