At the ArtCaffe on Rhapta Square, Westlands, there is a small wine-shop (cellar) on the ground floor past all the potted plants and handmade cards on a rack. If you go on Wednesday it will be Lady’s Night which means absolutely nothing in the grand scheme of things from what I saw. It isn’t a place that’s throbbing with activity, which is great if you want to have a quiet drink.
A sommelier will sit you down and interest you to try out certain wines. I know little to nothing about wines other than the fact that I prefer Malbecs (they agree with me) and that all white wines make me feel droopy-eyed and sleepy. Actually, listening to sommeliers and wine lovers talk about wine makes me droopy-eyed and sleepy. To avoid dying of boredom, I wandered to the whisky section where I stood making a long eye contact with a bottle of Dalwhinie.
