Over the last year—and especially this summer—one of the many things I’ve missed about living in San Francisco is being in close proximity to Napa. Being able to hop in the car, drive over the Golden Gate bridge and find yourself in the middle of some of the world’s best vineyards (and tasting rooms) evokes a singular kind of joy. So when Max surprised me with an afternoon spent sipping and snacking at a local vineyard, I was immediately enchanted.
No matter the place, there’s something so relaxing about buying a bottle of crisp, chilled white wine, ordering a little too much cheese and charcuterie (hello smoked duck and ostrich sausage) and sitting on a patio overlooking a vineyard. I can’t wait to go back for a glass of rosé and some prosciutto and goat cheese-stuffed dates with apple-bourbon glaze.