It seems a point worth making. It's not that I don't appreciate a deep chocolaty porter or a hearty oatmeal stout with a bit of a bite, but my cat pals and I tend to prefer a garnet glass of Barolo, a velvet St. Emilon, spicy Zin, or even a furry Blaufrankish.
Here I am with a very nice Willamette Valley Pinot procured by my pal Matthew. You can't really see, but I'm sitting on my leather Eames chair again...the city can be very classy, though the sparsity of cat kibble shops is a bit worrying.
Here's Matthew ensuring I have a chance to try the very nice cheese on offer that night. It was akin to a creamy Manchego...I sniffed and licked. Very pleasant.
Sorry about the dark photos...a flash seemed rude, it was a very nice evening. I'm half way through my visit to the big city. I haven't tackled any true outdoor ventures yet. I've been thinking about going over to the tree park. It is awfully nice in here though.
