Bidoli Pinot Grigio

In Wine World, we (especially those of us from macho corporate retail backgrounds) are trained (maybe led is a better word) to eschew certain wines on a kind of elitist principle rooted in a misunderstanding of gender and language.  If Francesco says that Pinot Grigio is feminine, he is saying something very different from Frank, who says Pinot Grigio is for girls.  Francesco lives in a linguistic world where every object is gendered whether or not that gender corresponds in any way to the sex of anyone or anything, and a social world in which straight guys kiss each other without hesitation.  Frank gets the gist but misses the meaning when he consigns Pinot Grigio to the ladies-who-lunch bin.  (and for that matter when he spends his life awkwardly shaking hands with his best friends and feeling weird in locker rooms)

1: Frank!  Having lunch with ladies is fun.  Have a salad with your Pinot Grigio, it will help your digestion.
2: Francesco likes drinking Pinot Grigio.  He is a man (a straw man, maybe) who likes lots of different kinds of things.  He likes steak, and he also likes oysters, and no one thinks he is a hypocrite. 

Bidoli Pinot Grigio is my favorite to sell by the glass in restaurants because it also my favorite to drink after a long shift full of St. Patrick's nonsense in a hot shower, as cold as my fridge will get it.  I would put ice in if it wouldn't melt.   It is simple, clean, and right.  It is the wine equivalent of a hard-boiled egg with a pinch of salt.  No one can question its solidity, its permanence.   It is a jazz standard sung well in a pretty okay club by a competent singer you don't know personally.  It'll do.  In fact, if you consider all of the terrible shows you've been to because your friends' bands were playing, or all of the diet soda you've drunk for whatever reason you came up with to do that, it is a damn sight better than pretty okay.