Wine-O

Last night at dinner, a friend and I went to a funky little restaurant/bar and sat on the balcony "overlooking a scenic lake." (As scenic as you can get for Lubbock, Texas...)

I wanted a glass of red wine, so I asked the waitress to tell the bartender that I wanted a glass of the driest red they had.

So what did I get? Port. Not only is it not a dry red, but one of the sweetest there is.

I went inside with my sweet red, and mentioned it to the 22 year old (I should have known) bartender. His response? "Uh, oh yeah, I, uh, guess I forgot."

So I went for Shiraz.