The Four Annoying Quirks That Probably Make Me A Wine Snob

I’m one of those who subscribe to the notion that it’s not a good thing to be a wine snob, or to be a snob about anything, really. In our post-Can’t We All Just Get Along world, snobbery has grown from harmless, amusing affectations to character flaws that separate us by class and political affiliation. Nobody likes a snob, and who doesn’t want to be liked? No one is looking for the most “Meh’s” on their Facebook post.

But there are a handful of situations where I kind of get unhinged. If a little bit of knowledge is a dangerous thing, then I’m the Jason Bourne of wine snobbery. Believe me, I don’t want to be That Guy, and I know when I’m about to do something or say something that smacks of snobbery, and I know there will be fallout in the form of eye-rolling and date-bailing and loogie-hawking-in-the-wine-glass from the bar back. So I should really just mellow out.

But there are four things where I just. Can’t. Help. It.

1. A glass pour that’s less than six ounces. When I lay down my $20 for a glass of premium Cabernet and I receive a four-ounce pour, I get the wine equivalent of Road Rage. If said wine is poured into a tiny glass to make it seem like a normal pour, I literally want to flip the table over. And a four-ounce pour for $10 for a wine that costs $10 at Safeway = Instant Arsonist. Memo to anyone who wants to help me keep my sanity: A bottle of wine contains four glasses of wine. Just thinking about this right now makes my hands shake.

Ugh. I hate myself right now and I want to take a Xanax. Look, I promise, if you take me out for a glass of wine, I (probably maybe for the most part) won’t be a snob. OH! But can we also talk about wine prices for a sec? What really gets me…

Stopping Yourself From Being A Wine Snob Pairs With: Kirkland Brut Champagne. Yes, it’s Champagne, and yes, it’s from Costco. And OMFG, it only costs $20.00. I stumbled upon this bottle in the Blessedly Inexpensive Costco Wine Section, which screamed out at me from the racks. Literally. The bottle has the word CHAMPAGNE in big, bold letters in no less than six places, as if to say, “No, seriously! I’m Champagne from the Champagne region…like, as in Champagne, France!”

A blend pf Chardonnay, Pinot Noir and Pinot Meunier, the wine has the requisite notes of citrus on the nose, though not much of the floral quality I like in a good bubbly. I was also a bit tentative at first taste: There was only a hint of toastiness, and I got the impression the wine may have suffered in transport (the cork came off with a force that would have sunk a battleship). After about twenty minutes, however, the wine opened up significantly, and there was way more than twenty bucks worth of complexity in there. The bottom line here is the bottom line: It’s hard to find an actual Champagne here on the west coast for less than $35, so I’ll be loading these babies up next to the fifty gallon drums of yogurt and 10-for-$1 boxer briefs on my next Costco run.