15 minutes away from the perennial, annoying fog and cold on the Bay, the landscape changes into wine country. My Italian bits and pieces are happy as the Red Horse rolls through hills, vineyards and the odd mexican deli. It’s like in the movies, only my passenger is not, say, Jessica Alba, but… The Bogdan *retch*.

We taste a lot of good stuff – BD shies away from REAL WINES, but what the hell, as a Mac user + vegetarian, what can you expect ? We end up driving around in a boozy state, eventually having The Best Burger in Sonoma (that was the name, in all caps).

Now – how to get those bottles to Europe?