Cotes du Rhone

I scored a cheap Cotes du Rhone wine at a Hayward Safeway store this morning before work. With the tangy, tannin bouquet and a swirled half-mouthful, I was back in Paris, seated at a sturdy outdoor table at an affordable restaurant with my wife. An intoxicating wave of nostalgia, consisting of escargots, garlic, butter, bread, duck, and cobblestones flooded through me, and I was back in Paris.

I haven't even gotten to the cheese yet. Gonna be a good night.