The Prohibition throwback
There you are, grocery shopping on Sunday, when you decide you'll fix a nice dinner later that day. And, you think to yourself, what's a nice dinner without a glass (or two) of wine? So you scan the wine aisle, paying as much attention to the cool/cute labels as you do the varieties and the vintages, and grab a bottle that intrigues you. Excited about your fresh produce, gleaming cuts of meat and looking forward to the first glass of wine, you load up the conveyor belt. Life is good...
But this weekend-food fantasy comes to a screeching halt when the cashier says, in a loud voice, "We don't sell wine until after 1:00 p.m. on Sunday." OK, so maybe the cashier isn't that loud. Could be that I'm the only one whose face warms just a bit with embarrassment, as if the people behind me in line are shaking their heads and thinking, "Geez... What a lush. She can't even wait a few hours?"
But you're allowed to buy beer Sunday morning, right? Seriously, I don't understand the laws on wine sales in Ohio. Neither do these folks, from the looks of their Web site.
About the photo: Decanter set by Libbey - Provided