Hey kids! While you weren’t looking we had a winery experience. Went out to pick up our wine club stuph from Maryhill. The place was cray-cray crowded. Mmmmm not much of an advertisement for being in their wine club, really. Anyhoo… after the mob scene we headed over to Marshal’s Winery – the exact opposite experience.
Our buddy Mr. Marshal was a welder in the Navy, met his wife in the Philippines. Spent years as a long-haul trucker. Looked around one day and decided that maybe the 100-year old grapes on his place maybe could also make wine.
Not fancy. Down-home, as they say. Comfortable.
It was eerily reminiscent of a bar in Tijuana where I almost got knifed. That’s not to say I had any fear of getting knifed at Marshall’s (except maybe by one of the weird dogs), I’m just sayin’ it looked a lot like that place in TJ.