We just had a little picnic in the back yard. The entertainment for the evening was the grapes. Most of the grapes were very good. But about every fourth grape was just awful. Your face would instantly scrunch for the terrible sour taste. I found myself instinctively spitting a few of them out they were so bad. But the good ones were good enough I kept going back for more. The entertainment was in watching my fellow diners eat the grapes, and waiting for them to eat a bad one.