The Doomed Quest For The MW

  Yoann "came in hot" this morning landing at 4:52AM.  I had no idea that airplanes landed at CLE at 4:52A, but I got up at 4:30A to go get him at the airport.  When he told me he was getting here at 5am, I thought for sure that he was fucking with me, but there he is, a French guy typing into a laptop that's perched on a garbage can at Gate 6 at the Arrivals deck.  The plan is to do a mock exam today, something that leans heavily into classics and not worry about Australian nebbiolo and mexican petite sirah (which have been on two flights provided by the MW during course days, but whattya gonna do?).   Yoann passed theory last year, so he "only" has to pass tasting this time to get over the top.  He's moving to Santiago, Chile so it's going to get very challenging for him to be able to source the wines for exam study.  He will, however, be very well versed in Chilean cabernet and likely be able to write at length about regional typicity of Pais, ...