ok, i'm biased....
everything i've come to learn about wine, came about, between the ages between of eight and twelve...
from my bachinnaliae, dirty foot, grape stomping, hungarian landlord, fermenting full casks in the basement, to crawling up to my second story flat with a 'ripple' induced case of dry heaves...
to this day, i cannot stomach wine... neither can millions of southern huckleberries, either.
why would anyone in their right mind, bring this sort of fruitrot, into any kind of a such, wholesome American foodmix as southern barbeque?