From the moment the first wine finger touched my infantile gums, I knew I was born to tell people what to drink. To all you common plebes who are forced by ignorance to imbibe overpriced rotten grape juice, do not fear—Your leader has risen! Follow me into the churning belly of the wine revolution, and reemerge with something you’ll be proud to bring to a house-warming party.
Over the past twenty-six years I have developed a precise rating system that even the most idiotic winos can understand.
The Basics:
this wine.
Two Iron Fists average Saturday night dinner with
your average neighbors whom you
don't need to impress too much.
One Iron Fist you like the people enough not to make them
drink absolute shit.
The Finger unless there was a rabid opossum that
had been possessed by Satan stuck in
my pipes and I wanted it dead immediately.
Pairing:
When you see this symbol... Pair With...
Happy drinking, my faithful peons!
Great blog...I love the icons...but "artisanal bread" really?! Is durum wheat suddenly flowing from natural springs? Or is it the water that gives it the flavor...please elucidate for us ignoranti...
ReplyDeleteWe where actually eating a replica of the Venus de Milo made entirely out of bread. It was a gift from Berlusconi.
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