I like screw cap wine. I admit that freely even though some people consider screw caps a sin.
Don’t get me wrong. I like yanking out a cork — the whole ceremony of it. But I like the humble utility of a screw cap and how easy it is to, well, screw it off. Screw caps, to the best of my knowledge, don’t go bad. Corks do all the time. And some wines, ones you don’t intend to age, do not need a cork.
Sauvignon blanc doesn’t need a cork. Any wine I drink young doesn’t need a cork. Right now, I’m looking at a 2009 Carmenere from Chile that I’m going to drink tonight. Grant and I are having burgers and this will be perfect, no need to age it. It has a screw cap. Good for it.
By the way, I bought it at Vintage Berkeley on College Avenue, my favorite wine shop on Earth. I can’t speak to wine shops in Santa Rosa because I don’t shop there. (Feel free to recommend some.) I also like Kermit Lynch in Berkeley, it’s always so interesting to go there and it’s where I learned to love Bandol rouge. And Kermit and his pals write a monthly newsletter which verges on being literature.