On night 2 of my Parisian life, I found myself at a private wine dinner with a bunch of French people where not only were we tasting vintages from the 1980s, there was a quiz, too. I was the only American at the dinner, held in a restaurant in a suburb just outside Paris. Obviously, I was the only person who did not speak French. In a touching gesture, one of the hosts (knowing my language limitations in advance) had translated the test into English.
Not that it helped me.
I scored 11.5 points out of 20, and I was proud. I think everyone was happy that I hadn’t blown it completely, and had shown a bit of knowledge about the great traditions of French wine.
Check out these bottles. Pretty cool, right? I was building tree forts and playing with Barbies when some of these wines were bottled.