It's 4:30 and the tasting stops at 5. we are headed to Iron Horse and Kim is on the phone calling them. We're hoping that we can still get in because things are getting tight with respect to time. We drive up to the gate we press the button and with a couple of key words we are inside! It's a glorious tasting area open to a giant valley with huge palm trees Vines going on into the distance and bubbly drunkenness everywhere! We get in just under the wire. The workers are putting away the umbrellas for the tables in the periphery. We get up to the end of the bar and find a tiny spot to squeeze in and all hell breaks loose. John our server is one of the best we've had this whole time. He is tailoring everybody's tasting to exactly what they want while minimizing the things they don't like. While we wander in and out of the tasting area. He's selling Maria a case, he's comping all of our tastings and before you know it with the last people there. What fun! Time to go to the next place.
The road up the hill
A phalanx of palms
The view
I think Maria likes it!
It was busy when we arrived
Cold bubbly bottles for everyone
This lovely lady is ready for more bubbles
Rainbow label sparkling bottled when marriage for all was legalized
Jon was the best. He tailored each tasting for each person's specific tastes. Reds for me, dry bubbles for Leslie and whites for Oscar.
Maria really likes this place
The staff is suggestive to the wet willie
Desert palms, it was hot!
