Argentine comfort food and a deep-reaching retail offering of top Italian wines, not to mention grower Champagne and French classics?
For me, it’s a dream come true known as Graziano Market in Coral Gables, that swank, stone’s-throw-from-the-sea neighborhood in Miami where there’s a vibrant main street lined with shops and restaurants.
Graziano’s lies just off the main drag but it was already filling up early on Wednesday night when I visited for a choripan sandwich and a bottle of my client Amistà’s excellent Nizza.
Man, if I lived in Miami, I’d be here once a week. I LOVE this place.
The grilled sausage was gently spicy, with delicately textured filling. The ciabatta, lightly schmeared with aioli on one side and vinaigrette on the other, was one of the best breads I’ve eaten this year on either side of the Atlantic — yes, it was that good.
And of course, the chimichurri was served on the side to be distributed ad libitum.
I ordered my sandwich with a side of ensalada rusa, akin to the Piedmontese insalata russa or Russian salad (Russians I know call it “imperial salad”).
And that was the other thing that had me swooning: all the Italian lineage dishes that are today part of classic Argentinian cuisine, offered up in style at Graziano.
I can’t recommend it enough.
I was in town to pour Amistà at the James Suckling event. That’s James in the photo. He does such a great job of making himself available to the producers at these events. There was a “receiving” line nearly 30 feet long to visit with him. And he stayed until every last guest or presenter got their selfie. Chapeau bas, James!
It was a great if quick trip to Miami where I ate way too much, including a pan con tortilla this morning. Wow, so, so good.
Now it’s time to get my butt on a plane and back to Houston where Tra and I have a super evening planned: we are guests at the Mercury Chamber Orchestra Gala where I’m an auction item.
Wish me luck and wish me speed. And heartfelt thanks to everyone who came out to taste with me yesterday. Great event!



As a wine blogger rode across central and northern Italy the second week of February, drivers could spot protest signs from the freeway:
If you have ever visited Abruzzo wine country, then the above photo, from one of Masciarelli’s top parcels, should be no mystery to you.
I can remember so clearly now: two decades ago, Masciarelli was the first “fine wine” I had ever tasted from Abruzzo when a leading NYC wine professional encouraged me to explore the extraordinary labels from this estate.
So much time and so little to do!
A seven-day trip to Italy began last week with spaghetti alla chitarra in Ortona, Abruzzo. The seafood there is ridiculously good.
Case in point: cuttlefish crudo. So simple, so perfect.
The first night I was in Pescara, I saw all these Carabinieri (Italian paramilitary police) filing into this forgettable seafood takeaway shop. The joint had a few tables where I enjoyed lightly breaded and delicately grilled cuttlefish and shrimp. The cuttlefish were wonderfully tender, the shrimp so sweet they tasted like candy.
Oven-fired sea bass with roast potatoes. May I have another glass of Cerasuolo di Abruzzo, please? So good. 
Super shout out today to @thehuesociety for hosting me on one of their virtual tastings last night. That was a blast. 
The picture above says it all, doesn’t it?