Let me preface this by saying that last year, I didn’t know much about wine. Me and the Unfinished Men usually pound through a few litres of vodka a weekend, but I always wondered what it would be like to look all adult and classy by having a glass of wine to wave about knowingly. I love to drink… a lot. Like, a lot. But after countless nights spent quaffing sugary crap out of plastic safety cups in clubs, I yearned to get a little bit cultured and have a glass with dinner, or to swirl a goblet under my nose and actually know why the hell I was doing that. I tried a number of wines, hoping to dip my toe into a pool of ambrosia- unfortunately, because I am not a big spender, most of the wines I was trying were more like splashing around in a vat of acid. In fact, I was beginning to think I was going to become a staunchly anti-wine advocate. One night at dinner in Whistler, BC, I came upon See Ya Later wines…there’s a quirky dead dog on the label, the price was right (starting at about $15 a pop,) and upon extensive investigation of several dozen bottles of Pinot Gris, I realized I was in love. Since I realized there’s a lot of you guys who probably also don’t know a lot about wine, can’t find a bottle that you like, and don’t want to sell all your mint in box action figures in the hopes of getting something decent, I figured what the hell- I went straight to the source for your recommendation pleasure.
