Funny story.  Several years ago, a dinner guest brought over a bottle of wine. Of course, I didn’t open it and proceeded to stash it in my paltry wine rack.  It was a fine bottle of Charles Shaw Cabernet Sauvignon (or some other “varietal”).

Several months later I pulled Mr. Shaw out of the rack on my way to a dinner party.  Up until this point I considered myself something more than a novice about wine.  Apparently not.   To my brief embarrassment, as noted by the odd looks I received, I quickly learned about Two-Buck Chuck. (more…)