It's nothing like the merlot meltdown of a half-decade ago, but I've been hearing a bit of California cab-bashing of late.
"They're kind of boring, monolithic."
"They're too jammy, like cocktail wine."
"Too much alcohol."
"They don't age that well/it's hard to know when to drink them."
And of course, "They're just too doggone spendy."
While there's some validity to all these points, these sentiments are far too sweeping, like saying that chardonnays are too buttery when so many are the essence of minerality and acidity. Besides, cabernet is what made many of us fall in love with fermented grape juice, and so often it has provided those magical "ah, so this is what wine is all about" moments.
The most prevalent of the truisms is that "it's impossible to find a decent bottle of California cabernet for 10 bucks [or 20]." Not so, though I admit that too many inexpensive Cali-cabs are fruit bombs with little structure that perhaps should be sold at Candyland rather than Haskell's.