I stayed in a hotel this week that had a table in my room strewn with magazines. I hadn't had my hand on a Wine Spectator in years.
What a funny magazine! I didn't read it, but I flipped through. The baroness of Bordeaux on the cover, and a whole bunch of points in the back. It was very funny to see the big numbers next to the small font text, and to muse, briefly, on the 93! assigned to the Ruinart, or whatever it was, and the 87! assigned to the Prevost, or whatever it was, as though they were really quite comparable and the same beverage.
Funny stuff. I would never consider them substitutable goods, and probably would have to serve them to totally different groups of friends, because each group would love one and hate the other.
Anyhow, it brought a small nostalgic tear to my eye to think of how I read that sort of text now, and how I once read it.
And then I had to go to a meeting.
What a funny magazine! I didn't read it, but I flipped through. The baroness of Bordeaux on the cover, and a whole bunch of points in the back. It was very funny to see the big numbers next to the small font text, and to muse, briefly, on the 93! assigned to the Ruinart, or whatever it was, and the 87! assigned to the Prevost, or whatever it was, as though they were really quite comparable and the same beverage.
Funny stuff. I would never consider them substitutable goods, and probably would have to serve them to totally different groups of friends, because each group would love one and hate the other.
Anyhow, it brought a small nostalgic tear to my eye to think of how I read that sort of text now, and how I once read it.
And then I had to go to a meeting.