From the department of “you don’t need a weather man to know which way the wind blows”…
Man, it’s been a crazy week here in New York. The weather tried to keep me from getting here but I made it just the same through sheer determination. And all week, I’ve been slugging through the snow and the slush trying to keep up with my appointments and meetings.
Yesterday, the snow fell over Manhattan from dawn to dusk (literally). Today, thank goodness, it looks like my flight back to Texas is going to get out on schedule.
I managed to catch up with a lot of great folks and met some new ones, too.
I have lots of tales to share but right now I’ve got to get my butt out to Newark and on a plane.
The one thing I can tell you is that ol’ Nebbiolo sure cures those subterranean homesick blues: next week, I’ll post my notes from an extraordinary dinner hosted by Chambers Street Wines last night at Maialino.
There’s a lot to be said about hard-nosed studying and maniacal tasting at a desk. But there’s also a lot to admire about someone who leaves the provinces, heads to the big city, and dives right into what is arguably the world’s best wine scene.
It was great to catch up with her, however briefly, last night at Maialino and taste the wonderful Charlot Tanneux Champagne that she’s pouring by-the-glass these days at the restaurant — the first time the wine’s been available in the states, she said.
Heartfelt thanks to the many gracious and generous people who hosted and poured for me this week. It’s been an amazing visit to my old city, despite the extreme weather.
I’m looking forward to posting my notes next week. But right now I just want to squeeze my babies, give my wife a big juicy kiss, and put on some dry socks.
Thanks for being here. See you on the other side…