Today my wife and I attended the Paulee de Meursault that was held at the Foggy Goggle restaurant at our local ski slope. The Paulee is celebrated every year in Burgundy France as a luncheon at the end of Les Trois Glorieuses (the three glorious days). The Paulee is when the producers of Meursault wines in France get to bring their wines to a luncheon and share them with other producers (and more commonly now...wine tourists). This is a difficult event to get a ticket to...but one I would like to see myself at in the next few years.

Our local event, held yesterday, is in keeping with the French event in that attendees were encouraged to bring a meursault wine or some other Burgundy. The food was provided by the CIA trained chefs of the Foggy Goggle. We were late to the event and missed the appetizers, which ended up being a good thing, because the sit down meal had a tremendous number of courses that were not on the small side (as you can see in the attached photo). We stumbled out of the event about 3 hours after we got there and knew we had eaten way too much food. It was a fun event and there was some interesting wine brought. My favorite of the night was a 1995 Hautes Cotes de Nuits (pictured) that one of my tablemates shared with our table.

Our table faced out over the ski slopes and although we have had some good snow and cold temps over the past few weeks...the ski slope is not open yet. But the more wine I drank the more I wanted to find a garbage can lid or some other vehicle to take up the hill and slide down on my butt on. I thought about sneaking out and doing it...I would have been quite the sight cresting the bottom hill...in full view of the luncheon guests...smile from ear to ear, tears rolling down my eyes from the cold air....and finally...what would have been a crash landing in front of the windows. Oh yes...what I sight that would have been.