If you look closely at this photo, you'll notice that each of the bottles has something in common. That's right, they're either empty or well on their way. The reason they got that way also has a common factor—my wife. She's a wine expert and her taste in wine is exceptional. So I was surprised to discover—well before we were married—that Christie's taste in after-dinner drinks runs to the sweet side of things.
As baseball season approaches we’re all aware of the myriad places around the ballpark to drink Vodka drinks (e.g. Paragon), stand and chatter in claustrophobic throngs (Momo’s), etc. But just a block down from where you can guzzle margaritas (Tres Agaves), there is now a place to sip Sauvignon Blanc, munch on risotto balls and rhapsodize about Pinot Noir. The name of the place is District and it brings a touch of sophistication to a neighborhood that needed it.