We've been drinking Brokenwood chardonnays for many years, always disappointed that the only Brookenwood that makes it into the U.S. is their Cricket Pitch, which I don't care for. So this is our #1 wine to bring back from Australia visits and the wine we drink almost daily when in New South Wales.
So a visit here is required when in the Hunter Valley. And we did come away with a case and a half of wine. But...
The snotty little bitch perched and immovable behind the cash register should give up any plans for a career in retailing. Maybe any plans for any career. Find a rich husband and leech off him, or maybe Daddy owns the winery. No, that's not likely - she wouldn't be working in the tasting room if he did.
The older lady, who took care of our tasting, was fine. But when she told me about a "special" on cases of their chardonnay, I did a quick calculation and told her I'd bought it cheaper at a bottle shop in the Northern Beaches of Sydney. She said she'd match that price. Then snotty bitch started typing on her computer and advised me that I was wrong, I didn't get it at that price and couldn't have it now at that price. I named the shop and when I'd bought the wine, off an end cap display twice a week apart. She several times over told me I was a liar and it couldn't be. I almost left empty handed I was so pissed, but we wanted a few other wines that are only available at the cellar door. Snotty bitch finally acknowledged that the price I got was the price that retailer paid for the wine, so maybe I did get it at that price. By then I was avoiding any conversation with her and focusing on the lady helping us.
I'll be back. With the knowledge that by the next time snotty bitch will have found work matching her personality. read more
