A French symposium
Just as night watchmen are constrained by duty to make their rounds, so are writers about wine
Just as night watchmen are constrained by duty to make their rounds, so are writers about wine
You needn’t travel to Ireland to celebrate its saint’s day
Some enterprising chaps organized a dinner revolving around the delectable fungus and one of the very best wines from St. Émilion
The fairytale moment for English wine is here
If you’re looking for the grit and flavor of a smalltown dive, you won’t find it here
I write at the absolute nadir of daylight
France is not known for its pints. And yet, much to the concern of its vineyards and winemakers, that could be changing
A celebration dinner demands competence rather than brilliance in the kitchen, and, of far greater value, the benison of guests of the right sort
John Adams remarked that a few glasses made anyone feel capable of being president
Upon entering the restaurant, you’re instantly greeted with a sensory overload and the immediate need to bring tidings of comfort and joy
I can think of worse places to spend a gold bar or two
It is the perfect mid-afternoon tipple: clean, light, delicate
The farmer turned politician is making a splash with two new blends
Plastic ashtrays line the tables and bar as a living symbol of Texan freedom
It is the overflowing drink of the American Dream
There is an ambrosial quality to the wine that promises popularity
A good bar is as private as a confessional
Sitting out on a balcony in the afternoon, armed with the Chablis and a bowl of Kalamata olives, I was at peace
For my money the only ‘cocktail’ worthy of the name is the classic martini, together with the gimlet
I can’t wait to go back