Chris D.
Yelp
My girlfriend and I were on vacation through Okanagan wine country. Over six days, we visited sixty wineries. You can follow our various locations with this disclaimer. That's sixty wineries, not an exaggeration. We ended the trip with 120 bottles acquired.... including one called The Judge.
Can you believe the hosts behind the counters at wineries are not allowed to drink? Wouldn't that be the first and most obvious reward? Rules dictate that each bottle be opened and tested to ensure samples given meet the quality necessary to sell said bottles. Makes sense, but unbelievably, the hosts are not allowed to swallow. No swallowing. Who would spit? Wouldn't the whole point be that you swallow?
...cough...
Wait, no, I'm being serious. The host at Hester Creek that served my samples totally agreed as we discussed this trivia nugget. I repeat, this was a serious topic at the counter this day. We concurred that it was colossal waste of wine. And as we talked, such opportunity emerged; the host was required to open a new bottle. She pulled the cork, poured a glass, swirled, and took a sip. She swished, bent over the wine spittoon, glanced around the room, and swallowed.
I caught that! And I'll never expose which host it was. I imagine more hosts do such and don't admit it, and said host immediately got my request.
Hester Creek is an amazing winery featuring both a villa and a restaurant (Terrafina), the latter of which we also took in. The winery is one of the larger ones, traditional, with a large shopping area and an even larger tasting bar meant to accommodate dozens of people. As such, the time of day/ year may greatly affect your enjoyment, as even in August, I had to wait almost ten minutes before finding a space by the counter.
But it is worth it. Admittedly, the wine shop is well-organized, but lacks personality. The interior doesn't look too different than most of the others in the region not built to resemble a castle. The wines offered are broad selection with many memorable tastes, with their flagship at the time, The Judge, taking top honors. Topped tables and standing vinyl signs punctuated the wide expanse of a tasting lounge, impressive though ultimately compromising panache in favor of advertising. It's a damn shame given how amazing the building and surrounding vistas are. I mean we're there already, travelling obviously long distances--you don't have to treat your tasting lounge like an upmarket Save-On.
Terrafina, on the other hand, is a beautiful restaurant with serving areas in both the blistering Arrakis-like sun and in the air-conditions interior, the latter we selected. The only issue we had was entirely personal, as we had drunk too much at Road 13 not one hour earlier. The $29 antipasto platter tempted me, but opted for the calzone instead. Our dishes were astounding, and I respect the waiting staff for tolerating our attention span, that of a ferret on a double espresso. This is the kind of restaurant I wanted badly in my home town, and only recently and thankfully received.
The reason Hester Creek tops the list of locations in the region is not so much just Hester Creek or its villa (which we may return to in 2017 depending on schedule and/or finances) but the fact that Gehringer Brother is walking distance across the street. In an expanse of rolling vineyards, there are no other two wineries that are as close. So yeah, this is place to go. Worth it. And always respects a host who swallows.