Marc and I made our way up to Napa today for a few different reasons. Primarily, it was to look at a house that I'm going to be renting a room out for the next few months. I'm happy to say the house looks great (with a real yard!), and my roommate and her dogs seems to be pretty cool. Well, that was easy!
Our next stop was Ubuntu in Napa. Ubuntu is an upscale vegetarian restaurant that has been calling my name since we moved here. We decided to skip the wine because we were going to go wine tasting after lunch and the wines by the glass were almost all over $10. But we decided on the chickpea fries with romesco dipping sauce for an appetizer. They had lots of herby flavor even without the sauce. For our main course, Marc chose the strawberry margherita pizza while I chose the homemade fregula pasta in a spicy rosemary sauce. Marc said his pizza was one of the best he's had (and I must admit, the strawberry worked amazingly well with the fresh mozzarella and basil) and my fregula was super delicious. All of the rosemary rocked my world. Below are our two dishes. Yes, I ate the flower. My only complaint (other than the waiters/runners/hosts all running around amorphously, tending both to everyone and no one alike, and quite frankly making me feel a little rushed), is that I could have used a little more. Fancy restaurants, please stop doing this! I paid a lot for your lunch, please give me a 1/2 C more of your delicious pasta!

Our next stop was Ravenswood. It's a pretty recognized brand nation-wide, with over a million cases in production annually. It's also in the big three R's: Rosenblum, Ravenswood, & Ridge. I now only have yet to visit Ridge. I suppose I should do that soon, as it's down in the Santa Cruz Moutains and closer to me now. So the gentleman that poured our wine was a swell fellow, who generously give us two for the price of one tasting fee due to my membership in the industry. Very nice. So we tasted our way through a Gewurztraminer, a few Zinfandels, the Icon (a retro, pre-Prohibition red wine blend, a pretty $75/bottle), a Cabernet Sauvignon, and a Zinfandel Port. A bottle of the Big River Zinfandel came home with me, a vineyard designate.
*A note to wine-drinkers not living in close proximity to Wine Country: unfortunately, most of the California wines you find yourself mulling over are vintner's blends. They're the mass-produced wines that get shipped all over the country. You might find Ravenswood's Zinfandel Vintner's Blend at your local Wine & Spirits, but it's not nearly the caliber of stuff you'll be able to get at the winery itself.

So one thing I really enjoy about Ravenswood is their slogan: NO WIMPY WINES. They also like to translate that saying into different languages and put them on bumper stickers. Our pourer hooked me up with two: NO VINOS SIN HUEVOS (literally, no wine without balls) and NULLUM VINUM FLACCIDIUM. I'm far from the cult of Latin, but I dig this particular saying.
Along those lines, I had talked earlier about the three R's: Rosenblum, Ravenswood, and Ridge. All three are known for big, bold, fruit-forward wines. Surprising to me, of the few people in wine I've talked to about Rosenblum so far, not big fans. To be fair, I'm only a week into my meeting wine people/talking about wine/blogging about wine endeavor, but I've already gotten two luke-warm responses. I understand that people might not like their wines due to the ABV %. Rosenblum wines are monsters when it comes to their % of alcohol, which makes them difficult to pair with food. Still, if you want a POW! Right in the kisser! kind of wine to stand by itself, I'd submit that Rosenblum delivers. Most about Rosenblum in the future.

Right down the road from Ravenswood is Sebastiani, which we got into right under the wire due to a wedding that was going to take place after the tasting room closed. James was our pourer, musician, coder, and father of 2. He also remembered Nichole (from Periscope) from when she worked there. He said she was the one who signed him up for the wine club years ago! It's a small wine world. We also made friends with the couple next to us, 40-somethings with an adopted 7 month old girl in which the man very much reminded me of one of Marc's uncles. The tasting fee was $10 each and after chuckling about the Eye of the Swan White Pinot Noir and going through a bunch of other wines, we were being given the eye. I left Sebastiani empty-handed this day, though it will be easy enough to go back.
The wedding looked like it was going to be lovely, though.