Something Pressing

For Foo, it's never too early for wine, but this place wasn't open yet, so Foo decided he'd help out by pressing his own grapes. Sadly, they wouldn't accept this grapes he crushed, claiming something about unsanitary conditions. As if... in Italy they use their feet. Foo just used his tail.

Mixing and Maxing

Foo knows better than to mix when he drinks, but he still did it anyway due to all of the free drinks he received from friends and strangers. He started off with a 7 and 7 from Tank.

Then switched to a mini wine bottle that was just okay. He's had better, but he still drank it all up.

Foo finished the night with a tall drink of beer, good beer at that, but by that time, Foo was so far gone he even resorted to cigarettes. Bad Foo!

Skull O' Blood!

Foo settled nicely back in to Texas and threw back this skull of "blood." Yeah, human skull, but really it was wine. It was frighteningly good.

Nothing But Wine, Wine, Wine

At the A Blooming Hill Vineyard and Winery, Foo did a lot of "wining," so much so that it was necessary to stop his mouth.

It was done with a delicious meat cracker (yes, pepperoni or salami toasted into a chip). Not only did it get him to stop talking, but Foo had a delicious treat as well.

Oregon Wine Country

Foo learned just how green and lush Oregon could be on his trip to A Blooming Hill Vineyard and Winery near Forest Grover, OR.

With fabulous pines and wines and views, Foo had a great time with all of his friends.

Even his friend Nico helped made sure Foo could see all the way to the mountains!

Winer!

Wino Foo really loved this bottle of wine along with the seafood gumbo at this Gumbo Bar restaurant in Galveston, Texas. As you can see, it made Foo really happy!

You Have to Crush a Few Grapes...

To make a little whine... um... wine. Foo smiles after sampling some of the local vino extraordinaire. This here is wine country!