My First Taste of Good Wine

I was first exposed to the good stuff while living in the San Francisco Bay area in the late '80s. Jules and I went to a Seder celebration at the home of a woman she worked with in the restaurant business. The manager of the restaurant came with a Methuselah of (I believe) 1978 Far Niente Cabernet Sauvignon.

When it came around to me I said, "No thanks, I don't like red wine".

Jules kicked me under the table and said, "He'll have some".

I think the words, "Oh, so this is what all the fuss is about" actually left my lips.