So it’s lunchtime on Thursday – can you see Friday on the horizon? Here’s the burning question today – red wine or white wine?
Last night at dinner we had this discussion, and decided, as a rule, white wine for summer, red wine for winter.
Discuss amongst yourselves.
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Red wine. No question. To the brilliant commenter before me who mentioned Cabernet Sauvignon, and the other with the taste for Petit Syrah, amen.
I am not a fan of whites, though Mr. Mark is an absolute sucker for Chardonnays. (I ought be glad he’s into blondes, I suppose, but still…) I will always order a glass of red when we’re out; he a white. You’d be amazed by the number of times the waitstaff confuses the oder.
Maybe this is a little bit nutty but usually before the question comes up, I’ve already decided what mood I’m in by the perfume I’ve chosen for the occasion. If I’ve reached for a brighter, greener, sassier perfume, I’m going white. If I’ve dabbed on some Shalimar or another oriental, it’s Cab time baby and give me a bowlful on a stem.
I am equal opportunity wine drinking… it all depends on mood, food, and how much cash I can outlay!
@OneBigPear: Amen. You have to be flexible when it comes to wines; seriously, picking a side rules out all kinds of fun. Why is this poll making us Choose?
Although I am partial to a chilled Sancerre on many an occasion. And nearly anything sparkling because Yum.
Just because you voted one way today (or yesterday), it doesn’t mean you’ve picked a side for life! I merely asked because I had to choose at dinner Wednesday night, and there were pros and cons to both. To be honest, there are very few bottles of wine I don’t like. And there’s a special place in my heart for sparkling wine : )
Amen! I’ve always wanted to learn how to pair wine with food, but mostly it’s my mood at the time. And my wallet.
My philosophy is cook with white and drink the red. There are few things on this Earth that I love more than white wine poached salmon, but if I’m going to fill a glass I prefer the biggest, loudest, sluttiest cab possible.
Yes! Me too, on both counts, and I scoff at those who mock my pairing the former with the latter.