The Oyster Bar and Nancy’s Wine
“All right, I’ll take a case,” the restaurant owner growled, slamming down the wineglass he had just drained. “Now get the hell out of here.”
Jess Jackson had to smile. This was New York City, after all, and the famous and famously busy Oyster Bar at Grand Central Station at that. The rude dismissal was as good as a winning lottery ticket as far as the neophyte California winemaker was concerned. All that mattered to him was the first part of the sentence: he had sold his first case of Kendall-Jackson Chardonnay.
“I’ll be back,” he told the Oyster Bar owner and, gripped by an irrational optimism, hit the street in search of sale number two. Only ninety-nine more to go by the end of the day in order to ...