Everyday’s an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines
And each town looks the same to me
The movies and the factories
And every stranger’s face I see
Reminds me that I long to be…
Home, where my love lies waiting, silently for me…
See you on the other side…
As Merle Haggard sang it…
I wish Coke was still Cola
And a joint was a bad place to be
It was back before Nixon lied to us all on TV
And Brunello di Montalcino was still brightly colored, transparent Sangiovese…
What a thrill to taste this perfect bottle of 1971 Brunello di Montalcino by Argiano, shared with us on Saturday night at Jaynes Gastropub by San Diego wine writer and friend Robert Whitley (aka @WineGuru).
The wine was fresh and brilliant, with the classic Sangiovese flavors and balance that you expect from pre-climate change Montalcino. Unforgettable…
Thank you again, Robert!
Posting in a hurry on the last day of the ROLLING THUNDER CANTELE USA 2013 TOUR. Last night we were in San Francisco and today we’re on our way to Seattle.
So much to tell and so little time… Stay tuned…
“Following September 11, 2001, the Transportation Security Administration (TSA) was created to strengthen the security of the nation’s transportation systems and ensure the freedom of movement for people and commerce. Today, TSA secures the nation’s airports and screens all commercial airline passengers and baggage.”
(Source: TSA.gov.)
On Friday, Paolo and I waited for six hours at the Austin airport until our Los Angeles-bound flight was finally allowed to depart. Our plane was among the first to land at LAX after the airport had been closed in the wake of Friday morning’s shooting, a terrible and terrifying episode that took the life of a TSA agent.
Earlier in our day back in Texas, before news of the shooting broke, Paolo and I had watched a parade of Second World War veterans (see photo below) in wheel chairs as they passed through the main corridor of the airport to the applause of all those present.
When the veterans arrived at the terminal, they were greeted by a TSA honor guard.
About to board for Los Angeles as the Rolling Thunder Cantele USA tour 2013 continues and cannot stop thinking about the mini soufflé filled with white Alba truffle sauce Tony treated us to the other night in Houston.
It’s going to be hard to beat the three meals we’ve had so far (last night doesn’t count because we ate BBQ in Austin). But Paolo and I will try…
See you on the other side!
Randall Grahm (above) needs no introduction from me. He’s one of the greatest authors, grape growers, and winemakers of our generation and he’s also one of the most lovely and fascinating personages I’ve ever had the opportunity to know. His erudition, humanity, and love of paronomasia are models for my own writing and I was thrilled that he agreed to do the following interview with me.
Randall will be pouring and talking about his wines at Sotto in Los Angeles (where I co-author the wine list) on Thursday, November 7 (6:30-7:30 p.m. and then talking tableside during the first dinner seating).
Registration is not yet online but you can snag a seat by emailing events@sottorestaurant.com.
I’ll be speaking at the Cantele tasting at the restaurant tomorrow night with my good friend winemaker Paolo Cantele. There are just a few spots left for our event. Please click here for registration and info.
Buona lettura! Happy reading!
DB: Last week, you tweeted the following: “The reality is Biodynamics cannot be explained scientifically.Yet empirically it works, ergo a practical solution.”
Can you talk about the blurred line between science and the “mystery” of biodynamics? Will we ever have an explanation of why it works? And what is spirituality’s role in biodynamics in America? What prompted the tweet?
RG: The tweet was prompted by Corby Kummer’s post on biodynamics, as he attempted to demystify the practice. As you know, there are still a lot of people who are utterly freaked out by the idea of drinking biodynamic wines, putatively made by superstitious, voodoo-practicing grape growers. I am not a psychologist, but there is something about biodynamic practice – maybe it’s the fact that these people are ingesting the final product in their bodies – that creates a sort of fear of contamination for them, or maybe they fear that they themselves might begin acting irrationally. It’s seemingly crazy – why should people be threatened by the fact that a grower is not applying synthetic pesticides and fertilizers to his plants? – but there you go. I’m fairly certain that we will not have an explanation of why biodynamics works in our lifetime. Western science has not yet really gotten a handle on the notion of subtle energetic forces – I think this may have to wait till the 22nd century. Of course there have been and are a number of theoretical physicists who speak to the correlation of spirituality and science, but they are still pretty marginalized. There is certainly a major taboo among scientists to broach the idea of spirituality; it would appear to fly in the face of the scientific method. But spirituality is really at the core of biodynamics; many practitioners will deny this, hoping not to scare away potential customers. But to really practice biodynamics properly, there is the need to do quite a bit of internal work. (I’m not a very rigorous practitioner in that regard, but aspire to some day be.)
You were among the first U.S. winemakers to list all the ingredients of your wines on the label. What feedback have you seen? Are other winemakers following your lead? Do you envision a day when all wines will be labeled like this?
Above: Marrow served atop a bread “bone” and sprinkled with bottarga.
The food at Vetri in Philadelphia is simply breathtaking. I had the great fortune to dine there last night with my great friend and client Paolo Cantele (and I’ve just posted food photos on his blog CanteleUSA).
There were many extraordinary wines poured last night but the one I can’t stop thinking about was the Bonci 1998 Verdicchio dei Castelli di Jesi, selected by my friend Steve Wildy, the restaurant’s wine director (one of the sweetest and most gifted people in the trade).
This fifteen-year-old expression of Verdicchio seems to be drinking at its peak (and perhaps has more years ahead of it): rich and complex, it was such a great example of an indigenous Italian grape (one of the few) that benefits from small-cask aging. It was a brilliant choice by our sommelier and I loved its unctuous mouthfeel.
But the most extraordinary thing was how the staff — front and back of the house — literally danced around us.
That’s chef de cuisine Adam Leonti (above). When he saw that we tasted a Lazio wine (among the many wines we were served), he whipped up some pajata, a dish in which the digested mother’s milk of a calf is cooked in its small intestines, a classic of Roman cookery (he didn’t know that I am a huge fan of the dish and have written about it on many occasions).
Here’s the dish…
One of the best meals of my life…
Check out the other food photos on Paolo’s blog.
And a heartfelt thanks to Marc Vetri, Adam Leonti, and Steve Wildy for opening the doors of your wonderful restaurant to us. A truly sublime meal that I will never forget…
In my mind, I can already see my adoring wife Tracie P rolling her gorgeous green eyes: yes, even though I’m two nights into an “eat ’til we drop” tour of the U.S. with my buddy and client Paolo Cantele, I just had to have a cheese steak for lunch in Philadelphia.
So how’s your pancia doing? she’ll ask me when we speak later today.
Those are the fried pickles that went along with the cheese steak.
I know… I know… With the many epic meals in my near past and future (still working on my post on Vetri, one of the best meals I’ve ever had, period), I shouldn’t be throwing caution to the wind (literally).
I wish I would have taken a photo of the dude at Nick’s (in the Old City) who served me the sandwich. With his tattoos and 50s ‘do, he was straight out of central casting.
In Philly, they just call it cheese steak.
When it came to selecting wines on Monday night at the amazing Marea in New York, my dining companions — an Italian winemaker and one of the top wine writers working in the U.S. today — and I joked about what a tall order it would be. Between the three of us, we surmised, it would be difficult to come up with a wine that none of us had ever tasted.
Having been told that we wanted to start with something white with healthy acidity and minerality, sommelier Francesco Grosso, who is one of the leading Italocentric wine professionals in the country right now, delivered the Lambruschi 2012 Vermentino Colli di Luni Il Maggiore from Liguria — a wine that none of us had ever tasted.
The wine was pure and focused, with that “nervy backbone” that Italian writers look for in wines like this. Thanks to its freshness and brightness, you could tell it had been vinified in stainless-steel but it also had remarkable depth and nuance reminiscent of white wines that are fermented in cask. I’d ascribe its complexity to the materia prima: I don’t know much about the grower but would hazard to guess that the vines are older and that selection massale has played a role in the vineyard’s life, delivering richer clones and richer wines.
Chapeau bas, Francesco! I love what you are doing with and for Italian wines.
O and what did we eat? I posted the food shots yesterday over on Paolo’s blog.
Our “eating ’til we drop” tour of the U.S. continues: Monday we were at Marea, last night at Vetri in Philadelphia (posts forthcoming, an amazing experience), tonight at Tony’s in Houston.
Stay tuned!
Do Bianchi 