One of the basic tenets we follow at Power Tasting is that we go to taste wine, not drink it and certainly not drink it to excess. In our travels, we have met some people in tasting rooms who have failed to follow that rule and they were the worse for it. But if you pace yourself, have breakfast and a hearty lunch, you may from time to time allow yourself what the French call an aperitif and the Italians an apertivo. (In the United States, we just call it a drink after work.)
One of the pleasures of an aperitif in Wine Country is that if you choose the right place to have one, you get to share the space and the experience with the people of the area. You can just go to the first bar you come across. If it has a bright neon sign in the window advertising Budweiser, you probably won’t be sipping a delicate Chardonnay. But you very well might get a pint of one of the brews made in the area and that can be a pleasure too. And you might be drinking next to the fellows who till the vineyards and pick the grapes that you’ve been trying that day. If you don’t recognize the names of the ales on draft, ask the person next to you at the bar. The worst that can happen is he’ll ignore you; the best is that you get to meet someone who’s in the know.
Willi’s in Healdsburg, a great place to meet local folks. Photo courtesy of USA Restaurants.
Many times we’ve taken a glass of wine before dinner at a restaurant other than the one we plan to dine in. It’s a way to get to see more gathering spots and in some cases to familiarize yourself with the ambience of a restaurant before trying it for a meal. You may be seated next to other tourists or you may get to meet the people who make the local wines. If the latter, keep a polite eye on what they’re drinking. It’s probably not their own because they are surrounded by it all day. You can learn a lot from what the knowledgeable people of the area are having.
Strolling around the Piazza del Campo in Sienna.
The best way, by far, to enjoy an aperitif is to take it at a café in France or on a piazza in Italy. We remember with much warmth sitting under the plane trees in front of the Bar Central in a tiny village surrounded by vines, while the piped music played French (and Quebecois) songs while the businesspeople and shopkeepers stopped by for a pastis or a glass of whatever was just growing a mile away.
Or watching the sun decline over the rooftops and steeples surrounding the big piazza that’s in every Italian town. Half the town would take a glass with us, in order to watch the other half of the population indulge in what they call the passeggiata. That’s just a walk around the square but it’s so much more. It’s a chance to see the locals enjoying who’s out and about and to be seen being out and about.
Ah, yes, it must be 5 o’clock somewhere.