Sorry - I am still out of town and am dead tired and in a crabby mood, so much so I'm not looking to write and doing one of my monthly placeholders.
Dawson's lesser known, alcoholic brother, I'm assuming.
Wine labels and names have become so meaningless anymore - not that I guess they ever were, but long gone are the days of something so sophisticated sounding as Château Lafite Rothschild.
It wasn't enough that Francis Ford Coppola had his own vineyard and label. No, now-a-days you get names and images of things like Plungerhead, House Wine or worse, Marilyn Merlot.
It's not necessarily that the wines are bad, it is just that you have to do some trial and error to find ones that are good - which was probably always the way, but it is hard to take a business are serious with drawing of a man with a toilet plunger on his head. That doesn't instill confidence with me. At least not enough to plunk down cash for a bottle.
But if Jacob looks like James Van Der Beek - well, then who knows......I've bought stuff for a lot less rationale.