The last couple nights I drank a no date petite sirah from Lodi Vineyards in Grafton, CA, a suburb of Santa Barbara. It ran me about $25 (mostly for the cut-out label and silly poem on the back, apparently; and the bottle weighs as much empty as most bottles weigh full).
Honestly, it was well worth the $25. Maybe not the top petite sirah I've drunk this winter, but deep and rich with a note I couldn't quite put my taste buds on -- smokey maybe? It was like drinking a fine balsamic vinegar.
As I was drinking it I was thinking this would go great with a London broil. Nice wine; poem kind of lame.