Tony and I decided to go out to a "Wine Bar" last night with a couple he knows. It's a tiny place but had a nice atmosphere and was rather cozy. Kind of like an alcoholic version of Starbucks, except people were engaged with each other instead of their laptops or rushing out to work. The waiter asked what kind of wine we liked to drink and we said Merlot. He then said his clientele usually weren't Merlot drinkers. Oh. I felt like we were wearing the wrong kind of clothes. He proceeds to describe a wine we might like and for 5 minutes I felt like I was listening to someone describing the inner working of T's Viper. Obviously we were lower on the intelligence scale when it comes to drinking wine.