It's the end of summer, and there are plenty of things to celebrate: the end of the hellish heat, for example; the end of a sartorial season that saw rompers on grown women, for chrissakes; and the beginning of football. And grapes, of course. Because nothing signals the onset of the cooler fall season like sitting on a patio with a nice glass of wine or a cool sangria and drinking until your cheeks flush, your head spins a little, and you get the warm fuzzies that only a good red or white can give you. In... More >>>