For us time time does not exist. Our mission to seek out strange new places has brought us to Canandaigua (pronounced just like it’s spelled) where we spent the day and look forward to two more.
After spending a long day in the car yesterday, we decided to relax and take it easy so we visited a couple of nearby wineries – one recommended by our waiter last night and the other by the Airbnb owners this morning. The owners run a surveying firm out of the front of the old house we are staying in, so we went over and chatted with them this morning with all the clingy intensity that a couple that’s spent two and a half weeks together on the road with only Erin to break up the monotony can muster. Imagine our surprise when it turned out that they were next to each other – not adjacent, but the second was the first winery you came to when leaving the first. Then it was back to the Canandaigua city pier and dinner.
New York is one of the states that mandate that in order to serve alcohol you have to also sell a food item in the same transaction (Pennsylvania is another) because then you aren’t in a bar so you won’t catch the coronavirus. While they include a 0.50$ package of oyster crackers with your tasting, if you want to stay and buy a glass or a bottle then you have to include a food item with it. So now we have a lovely cutting board, knife, and substantial wooden food picks from the charcuterie (pronounced just like it’s spelled) box we ordered for lunch. We, and by we I mean mainly me, ate all the cheese curds from the second winery. As I always say, there are The Quick and The Hungry but then I’m famous for mangling quotes and song lyrics. Well, more like infamous, but in a not widely known sort of way.
And on that bombshell it’s time to end. Goodnight!
