I'm drinking it. Chef Marianne Miller of Grande Cru is drinking it. The lady leaving Trader Joe's today with 4 cases of it on a hand truck is most certainly drinking it. Now that times are officially tough all over, are you drinking Three Buck Chuck?
To the very casual wine drinker (which is so obviously me) the stuff isn't half bad. To the more sophisticated palate, I'm sure it does in a pinch. And at two to three small glasses per sitting, three dollars a bottle goes a long way. Marianne is thinking about using it for cooking as well as drinking, and I say she's onto something. I think I might have to go pick up a few cases of both red and white next time I'm at Trader Joe's, just so I have some multi-purpose wine around the house at all times.
- I had a few drinks at Azia yesterday (shocker, I know) and flipped my sexy bartender Hugo an extra five-spot for The Tap Project, which runs all week. Check out the site's main page, which lists all participating local restaurants.
- I love this TC LiveJournal post, from a newcomer who just started dating a lifelong Minneapolis resident. The poor thing has no clue where to take her to impress her, since she's been everywhere, and is desperate for ideas. Much love for Crescent Moon Bakery here in Northeast as well as Harry Singh's on Nicollet, but I gotta give it up to whoever suggested Donatelli's in Mahtomedi. Everybody who knows me knows I love that damn place, and will make the thirty-minute run whenever the crave starts to creep in. They make their breads, pastas, sauces and dressings from scratch, plus they have a fantastic ice cream-soda fountain thing going.
- Andrew wants to know if there's any place in the Twin Cities where you'd wait four hours for a meal. I'm borderline hypoglycemic with the patience of a spoiled 6-year-old; I don't like to wait forty minutes for food. I also prefer to sit at the bar most places, which means I rarely have to wait for something to nosh on, even if it's just an appetizer (or a napkinful of garnish tray delights).
- Alie makes a spectacular wild rice salad that looks like it could be just the thing to kickstart my appetite. I'm on day three of insomnia and it's messing with my stomach; as in, it doesn't particularly want anything in it. I even got an order of cranberry curry tonight from the Anoka Thanh Do -- which opened Monday, by the way -- made just how I like it, and that didn't even do the trick.
Oh well. Another glass of Three Buck Chardonnay, then, I suppose.