There’s a word for people who will bypass the many wine shops in their immediate vicinity and drive to a
new one in Tiburon manned by a guy who calls himself Dr. Champagne.
Wise.
Wise is that word.
All bridges lead to Tiburon Wine, a dime-size wine shop with a patio that wants you to sit on it and drink on it. It’s open right now and here’s what it looks like.
Maybe you’re on your way to a party in Belvedere and you want to bring something with bubbles. Maybe you’re into Marin grapes. Maybe you’re looking to acquire a few bottles of Bandol rosé.
All valid reasons to find yourself winding up this very specific Tiburon hill and wandering into this very specific wine shop.
Inside: a tin ceiling. A small metal chandelier. And a wine man who, yes, will gladly answer to Dr. Champagne. Talk to him. Walk around. Point at things like a Pey-Marin riesling and a Langhe nebbiolo.
And should you need a few moments, take a glass of white out to the front patio and mull it all over.
An unintentional wine pun is what that was.
Wise.
Wise is that word.
All bridges lead to Tiburon Wine, a dime-size wine shop with a patio that wants you to sit on it and drink on it. It’s open right now and here’s what it looks like.
Maybe you’re on your way to a party in Belvedere and you want to bring something with bubbles. Maybe you’re into Marin grapes. Maybe you’re looking to acquire a few bottles of Bandol rosé.
All valid reasons to find yourself winding up this very specific Tiburon hill and wandering into this very specific wine shop.
Inside: a tin ceiling. A small metal chandelier. And a wine man who, yes, will gladly answer to Dr. Champagne. Talk to him. Walk around. Point at things like a Pey-Marin riesling and a Langhe nebbiolo.
And should you need a few moments, take a glass of white out to the front patio and mull it all over.
An unintentional wine pun is what that was.