As fancy and bougie (sp?) as sommeliers, even drunken ones, try to come off as at times, for me, the only way to get more lips on more...

Spanish guitar. Spanish wines. This is living, my friends. Michael Fabro took a few hours to stop by The Drunken Sommelier studio for an...

This blog entry starts the way so many corny, bluesy, couldn't-get-creative-enough-to-think-of-anything-else type of dad-rockin' songs...

Hey...it's cool. I got it. Who hasn't bullshitted their way through a wine conversation before? I remember in my early days having heard...