Strolling Around Town with Tim

So last night I went up to Tim’s place to have some dinner. In case you didn’t know, Tim lives a block off Rittenhouse Square in Philly. (A very posh locale if you ask me.) We walked up to the state store to buy some wine.

Apparently Tim had not heard that the PA Liquor Control Board has decided to send all of its employees to charm school so that they will smile at the customers and say things like hello, goodbye, and thank you. Not a bad idea if you ask me. Anyhow, the lady that waited on us was very nice and clearly did not need charm school.

Actually, the employees need a good dental plan. That time Joan and I bought champagne at a store near her courtesy of Toothless Boy was an episode to remember! Anyway, that story goes like this. We went to state store near where she lives and were looking for more J Rose Champagne for the wedding. We only found 6 bottles and we were directed to the manager to see if there was any more.

Well up comes the manager looking more than a little rumpled and asking what he could do for us. We explained what we were looking for. Of course during this exchange neither of us could help notice that this guy had like no teeth. I mean he seemed ok, but he had no teeth! They were like all rotted out or something.

He says he is all out of the J Rose, but takes us to the back of the store and shows us this Chairman’s Reserve bottle of champagne for half off an extravagant price and highly recommends it. It’s Domaine Carneros, La Reve. He’s pushing pretty hard on this stuff and so we look at each other, shrug and decide to buy one bottle just to give it a try. We walk out the store asking ourselves just how dumb could we be to take a recommendation from a guy with hardly any teeth. That night we open the bottle and much to our amazement, the champagne was EXCELLENT!. We went back to the store the next day and bought a whole case of the stuff. What’s the moral to this story? I’m not really sure, but I guess it’s that the least likely people can really help you out sometimes.

We didn’t walk back to Tim’s place in a straight line courtesy of me. (No, we didn’t drink the wine out of the brown paper bag on the way home!) I was just in a wandering kind of mood. Tim made an excellent dinner, I dropped him off at Addie’s and away I went. I must return with a camera next time.