On Friday I had the opportunity to attend the Melbourne Taste Food and Wine Festival. We got to taste some amazing canapés, drink some delicious wines, and meet some pretty impressive chefs and cocktail makers.
The highlight of the night was a little unexpected, though. We attended a wine-tasting class, divulging in the wonders of Australian Pinot Noir’s. While I am a fan of such tasty wines, and I enjoyed the class, my favourite moment might be somewhat… frowned upon. Along with my amazing friend, Fi, I took a seat amidst a group of other smartly dressed wine tasters. As they swivelled their glasses and the instructor blabbed on about notes and fruit and wood and the scent, Fi sniffed her glass and exclaimed: “I do detect a hint of…. hangover, with a mild taste of what could be a 3am trip to McDonalds. Classy? Not in the least. Hilarious? No doubt about it.