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Memories of drinking in airports take me back to Chicago’s O’Hare, and dingy, smoky bars with a newspaper-theme and hot dogs under a heat lamp. My, how things have changed.

All dark leather chairs and soothing, sterile white, Vino Volo ^[2], in SeaTac’s Central Terminal, has wines light years beyond the Gallos and Columbia Crests of the world. I enjoyed a nice bone-dry French rosé and a glass of bubbles (a dangerously refreshing, all-Chardonnay French sparkler). I also appreciated the informative coasters with information about the wine:
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In addition to sipping wine at the bar, Vino Volo also sells full bottles to go. In fact, everything you try there is available for purchase. Since Vino Volo is past the security checkpoints, you can buy a bottle to bring with you on your flight. (But you do have to wait until you get to your destination to uncork it.) The selection is, naturally, Washington-heavy, but I was able to spot some impressive Bordeaux, Burgundy, and Rhone selections. (I am a bit of a Francophile when it comes to wine.)