Officially a wine snob.

A lovely hotel manager friend always struggles to drink wine in a place where the list isn't up to scratch, the glasses aren't clean enough and/or the wine serving temperature isn't quite right. I used to think that was a snobbish approach. And now, confession time; that's me. HB and I left a place the other night without eating, right after our aperitifs, when it was the sommelier's night off (on a Saturday night. Really?!) and the hot looking but useless hostesses couldn't find our reservation and left us waiting far too long. Boys. Surely even for you, it's pointless having pretty girl serve you if she's awful at her job? Hmmm. Don't answer that.