I’m sorry, Houston. You may have some great restaurants and an evolving wine scene… and you certainly have the braggadaccio. But in my view of the world, San Francisco is the hippest enogastronmic destination in the U.S. these days.
Between the “new California wine,” the vibrant restaurant scene there (Tosca? St. Vincent’s? RN74? And all of Shelley Lindgren’s restaurants?); the accessibility of the best produce in the country; the availability of great Italian (Vinity is one of my favorite portfolios), Spanish, and French wines; and a host of great wine writers and wine media platforms, the bottom line is that San Francisco leads the nation in its fine food and wine awareness.
So is it possible that blush wine still exists there?
Last Sunday night, Paolo and I stayed at the Hilton in the Financial District on Kearny.
Before we headed to dinner (more on that later), I stopped at the hotel’s restaurant (“East Meets West with a Northern California Twist!”) for a glass before our evening’s main event.
I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw “blush wine” on the list (above).
I texted the image to Tracie P who replied swiftly: “that’s so 1982!”
As I sipped an insipid glass of sparkling white, I felt like I was living in a Nagel painting.