There’s nothing like a good wine buzz. Cheeks flushed, limbs loose, warm belly – all the result of extraordinary care and effort to bring grapes to their most enjoyed form. My mother drinks white wine – chardonnay. Full-bodied, dry, oaky and buttery. I’m typically more of a red girl, but working in a restaurant family that heavily appreciates good wine, I’ve become more adventurous.
Scenic view from our hotel
Our love for wine guided our interests in embarking on a wine-centric mother-daughter trip. I let my mother take the lead with her suggestion of traveling to Santa Barbara, CA in October to experience the Celebration of Harvest Festival – a cost-effective way to fully enjoy every aspect of this region during the best season of the year. I needed this little vacation and I couldn’t wait to tune out the Chicago restaurant life and tune into some good eating and drinking.
After a grueling trip out of O’Hare, we drove up the coast from Santa Barbara to Buellton, where our Marriott awaited us. I literally (no, not figuratively) shed a few tears while taking in the mountains and coastline. We stopped at the local CVS for a couple bottles of wine to get our trip started. Our room wasn’t ready – the perfect excuse to grab lunch. The Marriott desk person suggestion Firestone Brewery down the street. Knowing we had a long wine-o fantasy ahead of us, we figured this would be the time to grab the first and only brews of the trip.