Winery Funny Quotes

I didn't have you pegged for a wine guy." He stares at me. "What?" His tipsy-squinting eyes narrow further. "Can't tell if you're kidding." "No?" I say. "I work at a winery, Daphne," he says. "Since when?" I say, disbelieving. "For the last seven years," he says.

New Rule: The Napa Valley is Disneyland for alcoholics. Be honest, you're not visiting wineries in four days because you're an oenophile, you're doing it because you're a drunk. It's the only place in America where you can pass out in a stranger's house and it's okay, because it's a B&B and you paid for it.

Sure, it's a Friday Night, but this is a winery in Northern Michigan, not a rave in Ibiza, and all the customers probably need to be up bright an early for yoga, boatingh, or doing yoga on a boat.

I work at a winery, Daphne,” he says. “Since when?” I say, disbelieving. “For the last seven years,” he says. “What did you think I did?” “I don’t know,” I say. “I thought you were a delivery guy.

Cherry Hill, like most local wineries, is on a peninsula that juts into the vast expanse of Lake Michigan’s northernmost curve. The vineyards sprawl across gently rolling hills on either side of the long gravel road that brings us to the winery itself, all sleek glass, balsa wood, and corrugated metal. The parking lot is jammed, the gardens that encircle it bursting with colorful blooms, all tinted pinkish by the setting sun. Out beyond the flowers and hedges, whitewashed tables dot a grassy stretch, customers milling from the bocce court on one end to a duck pond at the other, delicately stemmed glasses in hand. Globe lights hang over the seating area, just waiting for the falling night to give them the cue to light up.