On our first day in Cape Town, South Africa Blonde and Brunette hired a driver (the amusing and patient Jimmy) to take us out to wine country. We figured that with a driver we could combine jet lag and wine without causing an inadvertent decrease in the population of South Africa.
It was a gloomy day with glowering gray clouds. The first place we went was to Fairhaven winery in the beautiful Paarl region. Fairhaven produces a lot of varietals and blended wine,s including the “Goats do Roam” white wine.
We went to a counter for a tasting. We were tired and bleary-eyed from all of the travel and neither of us had our reading glasses. The descriptions of one of the wines included the phrase “crispy acidic underpinnings”. Brunette, who speaks quietly unless she’s getting ready to say something really stupid, said loudly and suspiciously “crispy acidic underpants“? Clearly not a tasting note that appealed to her palette. She also conveyed her sophisticated skepticism.
Several people nearby were very amused, especially one nice looking, tall, younger (than us) guy. We couldn’t stop giggling and simpered our way out of there soon afterwards. (We must have paid Jimmy at the end of the day or surely he would have deserted us.) As the day went on we visited several other wineries including Boschendal and Spier . Drinking more wine did little to make us more respectable or better behaved.
Several times on that day as we were bumbling around various wineries we suddenly heard a loud male voice calling out “Hey Crispy Underpants”! It was always the same man from our first stop. He must have been driving around with Jimmy’s twin brother.
We probably should have been mortified but instead we just got the giggles all over again every time we heard him, which was often. And of course proclaiming that a wine has notes of “crispy underpants” has entered our lexicon and gets a laugh (only out of us) every time!