A good friend of mine recently returned to civilisation, i.e. New York City, from the wilds of Los Angeles and brought back this :
Who needs a wine list when you can spend $28.00 on Wattwiller, that was bottled by fourteen-year-old nuns, in a tiny convent in the south of France, on a thursday, when it was raining, because it was the perfect time of the month for water.
So, I guess that Châteauneuf-du-Pape is so passé.
Only in La La kids, only in La La.