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| - Since moving nearby to La Grande Orange, I've lamented the amount of money I've spent at that most tasty place. Now that I've finally made it to Postino, my lamentations will only grow. Yeah, it's wonderful.
Carla greeted me at the door, chipper as only a Saturday night can create, and gave me a quick tour upon hearing it was my first time. She handed me off to Maya, who was also supremely patient with my many questions and general ignorance of wine.
Yeah, I'm not a wine snob. I have little patience for sniffing and swirling. I've good wines and bad wines, but I'm fairly convinced anyone talking about the boquet of light oak with a strong raspberry melon finish is making it up or part of a cult.
Didn't matter, though. Maya recommended a fantastic wine, and between her and Carla I sorted out which of their famous bruschetta I was going to try (proscutto + fig, salmon + capers, tomato jam + goat cheese, apple + brie).
The garage doors were open and the weather was fantastic. Loved the decor, loved the staff, loved the food, and loved the... what's that other stuff they served.., oh yeah, the wine.
(sigh) Between this place and LGO it may be cheaper for me to just move again further away.
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