This is the best thread I've read in a while - hilarious!

My parents appreciate good wine, but usually stick with Columbia Crest Cabs and Merlots. My dad thinks any wine above $8 is too expensive, but he's the most generous man I know.

My wife loves Champagne and Pinot, but it's hard getting her to enjoy other varietals.

Originally posted by Cal Wine Guy:

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she brought me a 2000 Lynch Bages, as the guy in the wine store said it was pretty good

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"pretty good", I like that. Man, if my in-laws bought me back any year of Lynch Bages I would be psyched.

Phyl, I liked your stories. My inlaws are German and grew up right after the war. Their attitudes about food and wine are the same. They prefer any wine, as long as it costs less than EUR 2...although my mother in law recently moved upmarket to Riesling QbA and will spend as much as EUR 9 a bottle.

Well, I don't have a good FIL story. He's actually partially to blame for my growing obsession with wine. Anyway, I have a good one involving my own father:

He’d recently experienced some heart problems when I was visiting him back in Wisconsin last year. His doctor had (attempted to) put him on a strict diet, and among other things, recommended he consume a glass or two of red wine every day. Well, my father has always been a beer guy through and through, and was complaining that he just couldn’t stand red wine. Since I knew that most of his wine experiences had involved a box and a fridge, I thought I’d take it upon myself to introduce him to some decent wines in hopes that he start following his doctor’s advice.

I spent some time trying to dissuade his pre-disposition against wine by telling him about some of my many wonderful experiences with the vine. A visit to his local wine store (not bad, actually, for central WI) yielded some decent choices: ’99 Rancho Zabacco Heritage Vines and ’98 Penfolds cab Bin 407. I figured I could find something to appeal to his palate over the course of my visit. That evening after our shopping trip, my stepmother offered to poor us some wine before dinner. She brought out what turned out to be the Penfolds, nicely chilling in glasses full of ice! Well, I took her to task and promptly removed the ice (again, hoping a good experience might dislodge my set-in-his-ways-father’s bias against wine). My father took a few sips of the ice-less wine, wrinkled his nose, said nothing, and went into the kitchen. He came back with the ice returned to his glass. Over the next couple of nights, he tried valiantly to choke down a couple of more glasses (opting again for ice, of course). Even the fruity RZ zin could do nothing to sway him.

Some of my siblings have tried similar tactics with him since (concerning diet and wine), but with no luck. He just keeps plugging along with his WI dietary habits, and couldn’t be happier. The moral of this story? You can’t change people, and maybe you shouldn’t try.

Abstainer: a weak person who yields to the temptation of denying himself a pleasure.
--Ambrose Bierce

Wow, I wish I had a doctor like that.
Maybe he could write me a prescription for some Harlan.

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