Lately, we’ve been brunching at Campanile a lot. It’s a decadent choice, but everything is just so gosh-darn tasty.
Anyhoo, on either side of the front dining room is a large glass case, one featuring wheels of fancy cheese, the other featuring bottles of fancy wine…with one exception.
The picture’s crappy, but you’re gonna have to trust me on this one: The center wine on the center shelf is a well-aged bottle of Thunderbird.
Also, today I had a taste of really moldy cheese from the cheese counter there. Seriously, it was furry. And tasty. Like a little pet you can eat.
(Say, Will, how do you make sure a photo doesn’t encroach on the entry below