One of the days I was in Nashville, Pat and I drove out to Arrington Vineyard – a lovely place about 45 minutes from the city. It was so beautiful that day and the winery is definitely set up and marketed to folks who want to come out and enjoy it. Various dining venues including outdoor tables and umbrellas as well as picnic tables on the hill overlooking the vineyard.
Bringing your own picnic is definitely encouraged but if you need to add a little spice to your meal, there are pre-packaged olives, cheese/salami slices, crackers galore, pickled vegetables, and lots more. Even desserts. The stars of the show are, of course, the wines and you can purchase bottles or you can get flights of wine to go with your meal. I’ve never actually purchased a flight of wine before so was a little surprised at first that you can’t just pick your own four wines (or six depending on what size flight you want). I guess the winery figures they know better than you about which wines go together and which don’t.
The little gal who was working the register looked to be about 15. Obviously she had to be old enough to sell liquor, but the older get, the younger they all seem! I ordered the flight we wanted and the young gal asked me for identification. The shock must have shown on my face; after all it’s been 40+ years since I have been underage. She quickly told me that they are required by law to card everyone. Seems like a lot of wasted breath to asked clearly geriatric folks for their ID. But I did consider slipping her a big tip!
Do you remember the last time you got carded?