I’ve never been much of a wine drinker. I always get a headache before the glass is empty.
I like riesling, my home made (hooch-like) mead, chianti and now….. retsina.
Call me a sweet tooth. Done. Call me pedestrian. Done! But what matters is what I like.
The retsina discovery came when I went to Carmel a few weeks ago with Binka’s relatives, Senta and her mom. We had dinner at Dametra Cafe in Carmel. They have, by the way, the best moussaka ever. And Senta’s recommandation of retsina was perfect!