Spit or Swallow?
I spent hours deciding what to wear for a romantic dinner for two at a local restaurant. I finally plumped for my invisibility cloak - poor decision!
I actually earn more than my other half and am inevitably the one who chooses the wine on the wine list and yet every fucking time when the waiter brings over the wine they ask:
"Would you like to try the wine sir?"
Now i'm no bra burning feminist (matter of fact those dirty lezzers rub me up the wrong way) but I do wonder why my female pallet is not good enough to 'test' the wine.
At the end of the day, let's be honest, neither of us have a fucking clue about wine - we just want to get pissed! but that's not the point. How do slaves...I mean waiters...KNOW that I am not capable of distinguishing good wine from bad wine? Ok so I have slightly bucker than average teeth and a cough belies the fact that two of my senses are a little the worse for wear, but FUCKING HELL let me taste your shit wine!
Anyway, having had a glass of pimms, a bottle of wine and a complementary brandy it's time for me to go.
PS: Have been reliably informed by someone who wasn't dragged up like me that We are not required to taste the wine to see if we like it but rather to see if it's been corked.