Wineries

Like almost all of the Americans here, we have a GPS navigator for our car. "Tom-Tom" -- who we call Tom, despite the fact that the computer voice on it is really a Brit named Kate, often tells us how to get where we want to go. Yesterday, we decided that Tom should send us to a winery. It has a winery button and Eric picked one. Kid in backseat, us in front, good classic rock on the radio...off we go.

Now I know you are thinking, I have heard of French wine, and German wine, and Italian wine, but never Dutch wine. Ah, I figured, maybe we are in for a hidden treat, after all, the history of each of these European wine areas seems to have come with the Romans (notice, the Brits are not known for their wine...so there was a hole in this hypothesis already). So, we follow where Tom sends us to a residential area in a little industrial town. No vines to be seen, no signs on houses, we had to assume that this was not a winery as we know it, but possibly a wine importer running the business from his home. Geez. We didn't knock, it was a drive-by winery search!