The Wine Guy Arrives...
Is The North Fork Ready?

Welcome to the Long Island wine region!\r\n\r\nAdmittedly, I’m new to the area myself. Born a Brit, I’ve spent the last few years globetrotting, in an attempt to expand my mind on such subjects as African art, Australian rug hooking and Kazakh sheep herding. Most recently, I decided to explore the Big Apple to learn the fine art of exotic dancing. Brill!\r\n\r\nTo make a long story short, I found myself on a train to nowhere, following this sweet totty, who goes by the name of “Essence.” She was prettier than a page three girl! \r\n\r\nHowever, she must have mistaken me for a stalker, because when we got to the end of the line a copper was waiting for me. Oh well, she had apparently changed her mind about our little holiday and hopped on the next train back to the city. When the misunderstanding was finally sorted, I was happy to find myself alone here on the North Fork. It’s quite beautiful, really and the perfect place for a dashing young bachelor. \r\n\r\nSo, as any good newcomer, the first thing I did was go on a little wine excursion. I wanted to find out what the fuss was all about and, let’s face it, wine tasting is free! As you might well expect, I didn’t waste a moment before giving it a whirl.\r\n\r\nA couple of sips here, a few more there and I was hooked like a baby to candy… not to mention a little tipsy. \r\n\r\n“A wine drinker for life,” I exclaimed, as I raised my glass to the naughty looking lass behind the bar. Then it occurred to me, “Bullocks! I don’t know the first thing about wine.” \r\n\r\nShame on me, I thought, one cannot be a wine drinker for life when one knows nothing of the subject. \r\n\r\nAnd so, my journey begins.\r\n\r\nJoin me here, my friends, as I uncork Long Island’s wine industry in my quest to learn everything I can about the nectar of the North Fork. \r\n