In the depths of our Chicago winter, you may find yourself dreaming of a sun-washed cafe in the south of France, the warm Mediterranean breeze mingling scents of the sea with kitchen aromas of grilling sausages, onion tarts and cassoulet - the region's fabled bean-and-meat stew, prepared with the cafe proprietor's family recipe, bien sur. As you peruse the menu - no hurry, no worries - the garçon pours your vin rouge, blanc or rose from a carafe. You sip and savor. You think, "Why can't we have delicious and affordable wine like this back home?"
BAM! Back to cold reality, where, even if budget permits overseas travel, it will be months before the Cote d'Azur warms to outdoor dining.
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