And suddenly it’s Friday.
Might we suggest a jaunt to the MacRostie Winery and Vineyards, the esteemed estate that’s finally got a “What’s a new word for idyllic?” tasting room, open now.
You’re familiar with Westside Road—well, this place is nestled right alongside pinot noir houses like Rochioli and Williams Selyem. The barnlike estate house is a modern, airy structure, with floor-to-ceiling windows opening up to decks overlooking the vineyards and Mount Saint Helena. It’s nice. (Here’s the slideshow.)
You’ll be greeted with a taste of pinot noir rosé. You could stay inside, or you could wander around for a bit, leisurely comparing your options.
There are sofas in the main house, patios everywhere, wooden tables under a sycamore by a bubbling fountain... and a totally secluded spot under a big oak. Your call, but it would be tough to go wrong here.
And then you’ll find yourself gazing off into the sun setting on the horizon, working your way through one of the three tasting options (the “Evolution” is three pinots), and maybe, as a thought exercise, trying to come up with a single thing wrong with this entire scenario.
Maybe your elbow might itch for a second?
Might we suggest a jaunt to the MacRostie Winery and Vineyards, the esteemed estate that’s finally got a “What’s a new word for idyllic?” tasting room, open now.
You’re familiar with Westside Road—well, this place is nestled right alongside pinot noir houses like Rochioli and Williams Selyem. The barnlike estate house is a modern, airy structure, with floor-to-ceiling windows opening up to decks overlooking the vineyards and Mount Saint Helena. It’s nice. (Here’s the slideshow.)
You’ll be greeted with a taste of pinot noir rosé. You could stay inside, or you could wander around for a bit, leisurely comparing your options.
There are sofas in the main house, patios everywhere, wooden tables under a sycamore by a bubbling fountain... and a totally secluded spot under a big oak. Your call, but it would be tough to go wrong here.
And then you’ll find yourself gazing off into the sun setting on the horizon, working your way through one of the three tasting options (the “Evolution” is three pinots), and maybe, as a thought exercise, trying to come up with a single thing wrong with this entire scenario.
Maybe your elbow might itch for a second?
