Amira and I browsed the very small wine menu at an exquisite villa restaurant in South-Western Morocco, and learned that the menu contained just one organic wine. We also knew the wine to be from a super great Moroccan winery. So, of course, we ordered a bottle.
The waiter said: “I’m sorry, but we don’t have that wine at present.”
I said: “Well I do,” and I got a bottle out of our luggage and asked him to pour it — the very same wine and vintage and everything!
(We had been recently tasting with the wine-maker — 30-year French ex-pat from the Châteauneuf-du-Pape area of Provence.)
Hilariously, the waiter stopped pouring when the first glass was half full because he wasn’t sure if we should taste it or not. “Of course not!,” I said: “We’ve already paid for it!”