I love wine. Especially love red wines, particularly syrah and Beaujolais. For whites I like pinot gris (or pinot grigio if you’re in Italy).
I just discovered a restaurant in Moscow, Idaho that has a huge French wine list. It’s called West of Paris, and the vibe it totally Parisian. There’s an attitude here that a meal should not be rushed through, but rather savored and relished.
In my dreams, I go there, taste every cheese and every wine I can before I get too tipsy. Then I eat something (or more likely many somethings) off the menu. The desserts–one of each please.