But as we wandered past rooster pens and over loamy soil at the Konrad Family farm, I began to believe him. Sure enough, by 11 that morning, as the thermometer was breeching 90 degrees, we were tucked into the Konrad Family’s cool, intimate grotto, drinking a savory gelber muskateller 2009 served by Gabriella, a quiet Austrian whose English was limited to ‘yes,†“no†and “more?â€.
Please?