What Ho, from India
Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 4:39 pm
egads,
I pen this merry scribe from the fair city of Bangalore. Now I knew the natives of these parts were an industrious lot and whatnot, but by golly they have gone off and built themselves a whole lot of new buildings and such. You turn your back for a decade or two and woosh! up goes a new suburb or even the odd city. Rather disconcerting. Fortunately I managed to find a place where I could get a stiff gin and mull it all over.
Now whilst here I also did happen across a local wine. Note that I didst not say fortunately happen across. Assured by my native guide, well Australian whom once lived in these parts, that the local wines were suitable for the western and eastern palate I request my glass to be sloshed with ample gusto by the waiter. This was after my gin, which to be fair was of a reasonable comport, but alas that may have been why I didnt pick up on the now obvious tip that this chap was not one of such refined tastes as moi.
There is no eastern and western palate when it comes to wine, merely the refined and the dross. As any true follower of the art of imbuement knows, a sweet drink is not for those of a serious, studious, and above all, consistent approach to their quaffing of the grape. It just doesnt hit the spot, once one has realised there is better. So I put it to you, its not about eastern v western, it is rather about moral fibre. Ones willingness to wrangle with and eventually master this art, and thusly reaching a greatly meritorious awareness that a preference of the deeply, darkly dry wine is a testament to a mans overall roundness and depth of character.
So, my advice whence traveling to thither land of tigers, oliphants, and the computationally gifted that one sticks to the gin and avoid the grape.
I pen this merry scribe from the fair city of Bangalore. Now I knew the natives of these parts were an industrious lot and whatnot, but by golly they have gone off and built themselves a whole lot of new buildings and such. You turn your back for a decade or two and woosh! up goes a new suburb or even the odd city. Rather disconcerting. Fortunately I managed to find a place where I could get a stiff gin and mull it all over.
Now whilst here I also did happen across a local wine. Note that I didst not say fortunately happen across. Assured by my native guide, well Australian whom once lived in these parts, that the local wines were suitable for the western and eastern palate I request my glass to be sloshed with ample gusto by the waiter. This was after my gin, which to be fair was of a reasonable comport, but alas that may have been why I didnt pick up on the now obvious tip that this chap was not one of such refined tastes as moi.
There is no eastern and western palate when it comes to wine, merely the refined and the dross. As any true follower of the art of imbuement knows, a sweet drink is not for those of a serious, studious, and above all, consistent approach to their quaffing of the grape. It just doesnt hit the spot, once one has realised there is better. So I put it to you, its not about eastern v western, it is rather about moral fibre. Ones willingness to wrangle with and eventually master this art, and thusly reaching a greatly meritorious awareness that a preference of the deeply, darkly dry wine is a testament to a mans overall roundness and depth of character.
So, my advice whence traveling to thither land of tigers, oliphants, and the computationally gifted that one sticks to the gin and avoid the grape.