Old people can drink.

Last night, Bill & I attended a six-course wine dinner at Limestone with Bill's aunt. Apparently no one told us that this was essentially a private dinner for the American Institute of Food & Wine - Kentucky Chapter, but they seemed to embrace the only two people in the room who clearly do not need a daily dose of Viagra or Ensure. We were the youngest two in the room, and we sat with the most pretentious woman in Louisville (yes, lady, we've all heard about your thousand-bottle wine room in your bazillion-dollar home).

Here was the menu:

Reception
Parade of Churrascarias in the tradition of Argentina to include:
Chicken kebabs, swordfish kebabs, and alligator kebabs
Wine pairing:CJR Blanc de Blanc, Argentina

Dinner
Brazilian roast leg of suckling pig with passionfruit glaze (heh. I said suck.)
Wine: DeMartino Legado Carmenere, Chile

Hearts of palm and tomato salad
Wine: Crios Torrontes, Argentina

Argentine ceviche: Fresh scallops and shrimp marinated in lime and Spanish olives with tomato
Wine: Luca Chardonnay, Argentina (at this point, things started to get a little hazy and I encountered four old ladies gossiping about one of the men in the ladies room, but they wouldn't tell me who they were talking about)

Steak grilled Gaucho style chimichurri sauce and Argentine vegetables
Wine: Mendel Unus Malbec/Cabernet Sauvignon, Argentina

Quindim custard fruit syrup and creme fraiche
Wine: Errazuriz Late Harvest Sauvignon Blanc, Chile


The overall thought for the evening? Wow. Old people can really hold their booze.