Jean and I recently found ourselves in the lovely Indianapolis airport with a two-hour-delayed flight. SWMBO convinced me to partake of some wine with her in the centrally located "Vinea" wine bar.
Worrisome sign#1: most of the patrons are drinking BEER
One glance at the wine list revealed my biggest fear: a small selection of crassly industrial wines.
Jean and I made the best of a bad situation and got two glasses of Monkey Bay Sauvignon Blanc, which is at least varietally correct if nothing to get excited about.
At the end of this pleasant diversion, we are presented with the bill, which shows that we owed over $10 a GLASS for the Monkey Bay, a price that matches what we'd pay for a bottle of the same wine RETAIL.
Suffice it to say that we shan't be returning to Vinea any time soon.
Mark Lipton