This is a true story.
One of my wine tasting groups is composed of hardcore Burgundy freaks, led by a young local soccer player who can quote the number of rows each producer has in each cru. I don't think even the French League has such devoted wine lovers playing in it.
So, anyway, we're at one of our favorite Tel Aviv restaurants, Bertie, all set to drink some Puligny Premiers and some red Grand Crus. And the place has great stemware - but they're all Bordeaux glasses!
So Daniel confers with his Bourgogne hardcores, and they call up one of Daniel's cronies, Maoz, who owns his own restaurant - this is, a direct competitor with the place we're all sitting in, you get this part, right? - and Maoz is another Burgunsy freak and he sends us a six pack of Burgundy glasses via taxi!
The fringe benefit of all this is that now my face is recognized in the restaurant we're sitting in and I'm now on their radar so I'm usually exempt of corkage fees. Because they love wine geeks at Bertie.