When You Don't Really Want to Eat Anything

The beautiful thing about Charles Shaw is that he makes wine we can all agree on. It's cheap, it's potent, and it comes in a bottle. Many a wino have probably taped pictures of Mr. Shaw on those pillar candles you can buy at the supermarket, creating miniature shines in alleys and doorways of abandoned buildings.

The tragic thing is, if you leave a bottle of two buck chuck corked on your counter overnight, you'll have something that tastes like it's rapidly approaching vinegar.

That's a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon gone to waste. Not that it tastes any different from the Chardonnay. But I was looking forward to a glass of wine.

Whiskey it is.