The city of Plymouth, Michigan was celebrating their 150’th Anniversary so off to celebrate. A young lady that is an alumna of my old Woodrow Wilson Junior High School in Detroit was one of the featured artist entered into a special art exhibit at The Joanne Winkleman Hulce Center for the Arts and the theme was “Small Town Living in Plymouth.” The exhibit featured art, photography and mixed media compositions all capturing many of the landmarks of the city. My friend entered a piece of pointillism featuring the fountain in the center of the town. Pointillism may have been mocked in the early days of the Impressionist movement during the early days of Georges Seurat, but no longer. My Bride and I both got to the exhibit after the grand opening that evening, because we were both coming from different engagements. We took in all of the art and I introduced my Bride to the artist, as this was the first exhibition of her work that I had the chance to attend, but hopefully not the last.
As the exhibit was winding down we decided to go into Plymouth to have a bite to eat, at least I was hungry, my Bride had already dined elsewhere, but we wanted to stop at the famous Box Bar which was downtown and in the last days of existence as they had been bought and the future cuisine is left to be seen. The Box Bar had been there longer than I have been around and they were famous for their burgers, but the menu was much more extensive than what one would expect from a bar. They had a spectacular selection of beers way back before craft beers were in vogue and the selection was always international in scope. It was rather sad to see all of the unique beer steins and other memorabilia that had been on display on the walls had almost all disappeared by the regulars who were buying keepsakes of this popular watering hole. My Bride even took a couple of pictures and sent them to Ms. Yoga as this was one of her haunts back in the day. As for the dinner selection, it had to be a Cheeseburger with Fried Onion Rings, just for old times’ sake.
I also forgot to mention that we had a devil of a time getting into the city as the whole downtown area had been converted into a carnival with a mid-way and all the purveyors of what purports to be carnival food. We ended up parking about seven blocks away and we had worked up a thirst in the heat of the Summer evening. My Bride went with a “frou-frou” cocktail, but I went with a chilled wine. Even though I knew that I was going to get a Cheeseburger, I ordered a white wine. Actually, it was a new wine for me and one that would not be expected in a bar setting. The Sandford Chardonnay Sta. Rita Hills 2014 was just a smooth and relaxing choice, as it was not too oaky, but very easy to drink after the heat. Sandford Winery and Vineyards was a pioneer in the Santa Ynez Valley, which is part of the much larger Santa Barbara County back in 1971 and their wines are estate grown either from their Sandford and Benedict vineyards or from their La Rinconda Ranch. They are now part of the Terlato Family Winery who have been in the wine business for around seventy years. The Santa Ynez AVA was granted in 1977 and the Santa Rita Hills AVA was granted in 2001 and then formally changed to Sta. Rita Hills in 2006 to allay protests from the large Chilean wine producer Vina Santa Rita. It was a full evening and the fountain would have been seen from the Box Bar if the carnival rides had not disturbed the normal vista of the city.