If Cadillac Ranch All-American Bar & Grill is a little more rock 'n roll than country, then I'm a little more lounge than bar. It occurred to me, ordering a glass of wine, almost as the words slipped off my lips, that the new Town Square hot spot, stacked to the rafters with the young and young-ish might not serve wine. I had already been instructed not to order beer, as there had just then been an apparent "beer issue" so there was none to be had at that moment. And I was warned not to order from a cocktail server as I'd be seeing social security checks before I'd see that vodka rocks with lemon.
Though the words "& grill" would normally be enough for me to steer clear of all things wine, I was also quickly running out of options. And thirsty. "White wine ...?" I inquired as much as I ordered. My friend Emilio ordered red. Our very obliging bartender produced a fresh bottle of each and presented them to us ... in water glasses. Being that I'm only 10% wine snob, I accepted these with a smile. "I just don't feel right toasting with these," he said, regarding his rustic tumbler of wine. "I see," I said, considering the situation. "Well, hey, high five!" We bumped palms, macho as possible with one’s pinky in the air and sipped daintily. Baby steps.
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