It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…
I got a couple of shouts-out in the blogosphere yesterday.
One was from top food and wine blogger McDuff, who wrote a no-holds-barred post on a recent De Grazia tasting he attended. I was really impressed with the candor of his post (and I am a regular reader and fan of his blog). (Another favorite blogger of mine, Brooklynguy, also wrote a powerfully honest and critical post on the Gambero Rosso Tre Bicchieri tasting in NYC. I’m planning to start a “Brooklynguy Amarone Fund” and will personally contribute a bottle of Le Ragose.)
The other came from masterful sage Messere Alfonso Cevola, who takes the art of wine and food blogging to a new level of style and substance. His humor is Pirandellian, his enologic insight Sciasciaesque, his writing style Lampedusian. And his hilarious post on the mishaps of would-be fine Italian dining brought some sunshine into my otherwise dreary and Woody-Allenesque Manhattan day.
Blog on, brothers, blog on….
Egregio Dottor Parzen,
Shouts-out indeed. Your care for words, even in such a simple post, always brings me joy.
Distinti saluti,
David
as dear cugino GdL wrote, “May these lines which no one will read be a homage to its unblemished memory.”
Grazie
yeah, what David said. And although I love the idea of your Amarone fund, you should instead simply bring a bottle and an appetite and I’ll contribute other bottles, and come by next time your in Brooklyn for some sips and snacks.
thank YOU for the shout out.
Bravo Dr J
Sciasciaesque? Pirandellian, but let’s throw all of Sicily at the man.
I’m back, baby, I’m baby!