“This wine is crap.” My wife (girlfriend at the time) glared back. I couldn’t let it go. “Seriously…we paid $50 for this? I’d rather drink a bottle of Niagara.” My comment—and ode to the New York wine that tastes like Welch’s grape juice—didn’t help the glare. I was 22 years old, making $50K per year. It wasn’t a bad starting salary back in the day, but I didn’t have many extra $50s to spend on a Napa Valley wine tasting. Plus, this guy had been drinking cheap Canadian beer since he was 16! The thought that I could procure 100 Labatt Blues for the price of our tasting raised my temperature further.… Read more