I’m not a white wine fan, much preferring the bold flavors of a good red. There’s just something about the whites that doesn’t do it for me.
But that doesn’t mean that I won’t keep looking.
Especially when we’re in Dijon, France, in the heart of Burgundy, home of what are considered to be the standard-bearers of white wine, the Chardonnay’s.
So, appropriately enough, our first glasses of wine would be a Chardonnay.
Now it didn’t make me want to run out and buy a case (six bottles), but it was pretty good. It was smooth, it was buttery and it was a bit smoky. I did like that.
And it was real pretty to look at, especially in the afternoon sun.
But not as pretty to look at as Goddess, sitting directly across from me.