Everyone and their mother, and what exactly YOU want.
Mother’s Day, the new menu, mushrooms, pink wine, and your requests. Other than that, there’s nothing to see here.
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The screeching halt.
Hello, Tucson. And whomever’s left in Tucson.
How you can tell that Kevin is back
We love Kevin, and we’re thrilled he’s back. With the notable exception of the titles of his wine tastings.
Put your tasting shoes on.
Two upcoming wine tastings, an Easter menu and Dine Out For Safety. There’s a lot going on.
What Europe tastes like
Old World wines at this Saturday’s tasting, plus some notes on brunch and Easter, happy hour and on being a Tucsonan.
Feaster
Do you plan ahead better than I do? Likely so. For that reason, we’ve published our Easter specials so you can decide whether you’re hanging out with us on Easter Sunday.
Well, at least there are crawdads.
Whatever the ills of the world are, you can always do what we’re going to do: drown your sorrows in crawfish etouffée.
An early note, just in case.
We know this missive is early, but with a wine dinner tomorrow, we wanted to be proactive. We hope you can join us.
Spring a ding ding
Sure, there’s wine, but there’s brunch as well. If wine and brunch don’t mean Springtime to you, we’d like to know what does.
Your fifth century snake removal specialist
Hello, dear ones. I don’t know what cosmic shift has upended this day, but it’s kooky around here, and if you look behind the curtain, it’ll be decidedly less impressive than it is from your vantage point. People are coming and going, some afflicted with pain and misery and some with exciting new developments in […]