Birthday wine

This past week, a dear friend invited me to join in her birthday celebration. She chose a fabulous restaraunt: vin 909 in annapolis, md. I was the first in our party to arrive. The place is a former residence that has been converted to a restaraunt. Because it is on a street lined with homes and trees, and because the floor plan is still reminiscent if the site's previous incarnation, the setting is intimate. They have benches set up in a garden out front, and the weather was glorious, so I ordered a glass of rose and adjourned to the out of doors. One by one, the rest of our party arrived, and soon we were all holding, and sipping, generous pours of various wines. I don't recall the name of the wine I chose, but I remember vividly its deep pink color and the notes of strawberry in the finish. As the sun began set, we moved indoors, where we ate amazingly delicious things, such as a brick oven pizza with foie gras, shaved black truffles, peaches, and two kinds of cheese, accompanied by a skirt steak in Moroccan seasonings. 

Yeah, I know. It tasted as good as it looked. 

As the evening went on, another friend ordered a bottle of a montilpuciano that I had wanted to try, and he generously poured me a glass. 

By the end of the evening, everyone was smiling, I enjoyed a delicious butterscotch pudding, and we said goodnight, but not until after the birthday girl blew out the candle on her pot de creme.