In retrospect, going on my first winery “tour” in many months after an accidental 24-ish hour fast wasn’t my best idea. But I’m not going to say no when Paul volunteers to spend his afternoon day drinking. (Not that it takes convincing, but still.) As he said, he knows he needs to feed me when I start inviting strangers over for dinner. In my defense, the owner of Zephaniah was lovely and would probably be a great dinner guest. We hit Stone Tower, Willowcroft, and Zephaniah, all of which are basically on the same road. Writeups soon!