Not the best of nights, and come to find out that everyone had crazy dreams. For me, it was about this shadow figure who kept attacking everyone. It turnout to be a spirited who just wanted to hug everyone. The moment someone hugged him back, he was free. At least mine made a bit more sense than everyone else’s. However, it was another pain-free morning. I’ve never had this happen before. I’m in heaven.
After a bit of a later start, we headed over the Buffalo Chip for some breakfast. Because of the night before and the dinner that was yet to come, I just had some homemade granola and fruit, while others had omelets. Sutter Creek was just waking up when we got out, so we did a bit of window shopping and wound our way to the cheese shop. When we arrived, we were the only ones there.
We bought some cheese and Irene was excited to try some Miller wines, except the guy totally ignored her and John at the wine counter. This guy was just into cheese. Another group came in and started to sample every cheese they have in the case (and there’s a lot). TBG took the keys to go get The Brittos’ car and we waited… and waited… and waited. We left, although John complained and was told he was rude and impatient. I don’t think they will be back. Irene is a club member, so she will give them an earful. John was so annoyed that he wouldn’t even stop to buy something he wanted (store hadn’t opened the first time we walked past it). Sutter Creek lost business because of that guy.
Instead, we headed to Amador City and stopped at Andrea’s Bakery. The line was out the door, but they are used to this. The wait to the counter was less than fifteen minutes and then we were back on the road with lunch bought.
We had a 1 p.m. appointment at Rombauer and arrived about 12:15. We checked in and bought some half bottles (Irene adores their chardonnay and I like their zin. We found a lovely spot of overstuffed chairs in the shade and had a great lunch. Good humor restored, TBG hung out with our stuff and we went in to try some wines. Rombauer is to Irene what Sobon is to me. She was in Paradise and enjoyed talking wine with the person pouring. I purchased three bottles of wine that we can’t find in town and went out to rejoin TBG.
After that, it was time for a trip back to the hotel for a bit of a lay down and for some in our party to sober up a little. I had a nice nap and a lovely hot shower. TBG called the Rives and talked with Wendy for a while. I called and talked with Sparky. At six, we were ready to head off to the Imperial for our winemaker’s dinner. While I didn’t really care for any of the wines poured, the food was fabulous and well paired. I have to give them credit. I never would have thought to serve salmon with blueberries, but it worked very well. The Baked Ricotta was the hit at the table. Everything was tasty and perfectly prepared. It was an equally delicious night. This is why I love the Foothills so. People don’t expect what it has to offer.
We left, feeling content, not too full of food or wine. We got back to the room around ten and made plans to meet up for breakfast. We will check out beforehand and head down the hill after a stop at Poker Flats Store so I can buy some more Sobon. I think I really just need to join their wine club. I pretty much love everything that they make, but they don’t sell it in Stockton. Sigh…
Anyhow, a day without a brilliant start ended with a home run. C’est bon.