The Doomed Quest For The MW

  The annual Union of Grand Cru Bordeaux tasting is one of great interest to me.  It’s held in Chicago each year at some location which appears to be focused on making the various douchebags that make up the Chicago wine trade happy.  I cannot stress to you how off putting this selection of the Chicago wine trade is to a normal person.  If you condense all the horrible caricatures of “wine people” into one mass, you’ve got a working idea of what you’re dealing with on this. It’s that combination of self-important wine trade guy, peacocking Somm dude, slutty wine rep, and discarded old hippie outcast all in one room.  Wine rep chick is flirting with wine trade guy for whatever she needs while Somm peacock casts dispersing glances in his signature “I’m a higher life form than you because of my pocket square” way.  Meanwhile hippie outcast guy is camped out in front of Leoville Barton drinking the sample bottle boxing everyone out while asking if they have any...