An Explanation

The following five posts are the result of one nights work. The first open house was held some weeks ago at Andrews house. Mistakes were made. Lessons were learned and jalapeno poppers were eaten. I must also say that this was the night that I may have developed a strange allergy to jalapeno poppers, as the next day I awoke with a mysterious headache and sensitivity to noise and light. Fortunately I was able to stave off the reaction some hours later with some Advill and coffee. But, back to the explanation....

I will be the first to admit that Andrew was remiss in his duties as a record keeper. You can see as the evening progresses that he slipped from our stringent scientific method of descriptive discovery, into the blunt fumblings of incoherent nonsense. Ultimately of course this lead to disgrace. We have failed you loyal and beloved readers. But let me nobly say, you cannot just blame Andrew, in my own way, I too am at least 15% to responsible. This blog recounts that nights fateful events. The names have been changed to protect the innocent - except for one girl whose name I can remember anyway.

As I look back now I can clearly see how that much Chianti is seldom a good idea. Tommy (name changed) and Sha'quilla (name changed) had already arrived. I added by bottle of Reserva to Tommys Messera, Andrews Aceno and Sha'quillas D'aquino. The wines were decanted as tradition called, glasses poured and a toast made. It was all going to be so perfect. We were so innocent.

Perhaps is was heady Campbell atmosphere, or the balmy february evening, but when Sasha (name changed) showed up with Tiffany (might be her name, I can't remember - but it probably was something like that) no-one spoke up when they brought a bottle that was not Chianti!

I wish I could say I put up more opposition, but Sasha and Tiffany were very persuasive. "try it" they said "no one will know" they said. I flashed back to the motto I tried to live by instilled in me by my father: "Just say No, if it's not at least 75% San Giovesse". But it seemed so new and exciting. I had heard all the other cool bloggers were doing it so, how much could one glass hurt? I didn't want to seem "uncool" so i tried it. The shame.

Well, I am hear to tell you avid and captivated readers that Andrew fell from grace that day. I slipped a bit too. But like a phoenix from the flames we are determined to get back on track. The FNCC will reconvene and reestablish its core beliefs and principles. We will have another open night with a strictly enforced code of conduct and ethics. We will develop a stronger "anti non Chianti" curriculum that will be taught in all k-12 schools in the bay area. We will have a new positive and more catchy motto: "Don't be lazy: make it 75% San Giovesse!"

But most of all, devoted and hapless readers, we will return to our initial format that you can trust to bring you the best in Chianti reviews. Your wine is in good hands; and those good hands belong to the arms of Simon and Andrew. They are our hands. Mine and Andrews. With wine in.