Canned wine pairs well with some things. Like backyard BBQs, and trash cans filled with PBR and ice. Or jaunts down lonely snow packed roads with your black-lab step child and old splintered barns.
It's for places where snobbery doesn't exist because snobby people don't often plod through snow piles or lick BBQ sauce off their fingers.
While I have no business talking about wine, I do like to drink it, particularly with a view. The Underwood Pinot Noir from Union Wine Company did the job when a bottle and an opener and glassware weren't prudent. It was casual and quaffable enough for an afternoon of playing hooky.
© Cayla Vidmar, January 16, 2017