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from the 4th Quarter of the year 2004.
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December 31, 2004
Last year, I wrote about the
science behind a hangover and some of the things you should do to lessen the
discomfort. As you can imagine,
I am on a never-ending quest to assist my liver from swelling, my head from
pounding and my eyes from bleeding. I
came across an article that offered up some useful advice, though I must put
in the responsible disclaimer, "the best way to avoid a hangover is not
to consume alcohol", but seeing how that will never happen for me, I
search for the next best thing. What
the hell to do to stop the trembling hands, aching head, upset stomach and
One medical article detailed
the chemical changes alcohol creates, making us produce too much of this and
not enough of that, big scientific-name stuff, blah, blah, blah.
However, here is the laymen’s (and I use the term with the best of
Next time you over indulge,
say like tonight, and you want to be in some shape to watch a football game
on New Years Day, start your morning with a breakfast consisting of:
Burnt Toast- the carbon
is a great filter for the toxins poisoning our bodies.
Eggs- our bodies need
to replenish a chemical called cysteine and eggs are a great source.
Bananas- we deplete
many important chemicals through the diuretic effects of alcohol and
potassium is a much-needed mineral.
Fruit Juice- rebuilds
the sugars that your liver needs
Gatorade- better than
water for hydration with the addition of the electrolytes.
Once you find yourself
somewhat human, coffee, or tea can be helpful for temporary energy but the
negative is its diuretic quality.
So scramble some eggs, burn
some toast and chug some Gatorade. Top it off with a banana flavored
Twinkie and voila…..You will be ready to poison yourself again by noon..
Happy New Year!
December 29, 2004
If you get someone a calendar as a present, shouldn’t
you make an effort to deliver said calendar with more than 3 days left in
that year? As craziness floated
through this year, Wino Stan and I had little time to get our very important
social calendars to converge. The
funny thing was that WS gave me a calendar for my birthday, last birthday, a
wine calendar for 2004, last night. Great,
I have two days I can rip off, or x-out.
We did manage to head over to Bacchus and find a seat at the very,
uh, empty bar. Last week, the
high volume of holiday parties made it nearly impossible to get a seat, last
night the bar was very available.
The good thing was that I got to reacquaint myself with
Jimmy and Mike, as they were forced to talk to the only to patrons at the
bar, us. It is better to buy a
bottle than drink 12-dollar glasses so I looked through the list and found a
bottle I had not tried. Knowing
we would be smoking a holiday cigar, I wanted an elixir that could stand
with the smoke and tobacco of the cancer stick.
Big, crunchy, bold, and red was the criteria and I found it in the
I just wanted to thank Jimmy and Mike; they took care
of us very well; Happy New Year.
2000 Bodega Achaval Ferrer Bordeaux Blend
$$$ (77.00 rest) A firm example of the quality wine coming from Argentina.
A blend of Malbec, Cabernet Sauvignon and Merlot this wine starts
very tight and needs breathing time. Decanting
settled the tannins and pushed out the fruit offering plum, black fruit,
chocolate and currant. A classy
December 27, 2004
Monday and it is back to work with nothing more than a
weekend. I hope you all enjoyed your Christmas celebrations with family and
friends. I, for two reasons, had little wine. Reason one was the beating I
took from the mass ingestion during the WinoStuff unofficial gathering; reason
two was the drive back and forth to the new old homestead. No need to get a DUI
or worse for the enjoyment of a few glasses of wine. As there is not must to
describe, I just wanted to post a quick review and get back to the homework I am
doing for the big Grape of the Year selection.
2002 Omaha Springs Sauvignon Blanc
A citrus wine with nice crispness on the finish. A good wine for the
variety of non-meat dishes we enjoyed Christmas Eve. However, this New Zealand
product leaned more to the lemons and less towards the grapefruit on the palate.
December 24, 2004
May I say Merry
without pissing off anyone? Yes, in this day of political correctness of devaluing
Christmas, the cheese stands alone. I
have taken time to learn a little more about some other celebrations during
this time of year. Actually,
I really haven’t, since Kwanzaa and Festivus are post-grade school
creations to which Wino Bob was not exposed.)
Thinking back to a young, first grade Wino Bob’s holiday school
activities, we only prepared for two things, Chanukah and Christmas.
The smell of clay, kid-safe water-based paints and the taste of white
kid glue still visit my sensory bank like the ghost in a Christmas Carol.
Our art teacher coordinated the lesson of making a dradle with our
music teacher whom taught us the song.
However, the rules of the game were never explained to me.
It was not until this year that I discovered there is actually a way
to win and a correct way to spin that little clay toy so it flips onto the
little stem. The object is to
win all the coins from the stash. Yes,
I now understand why my fellow first grade class mates are doctors and
lawyers and accountants as from very young their toy, their game was based
around the strategy of obtaining wealth at the hands of your mates.
Unfortunately, I was spending that same time trying to figure out how
GI Joe was going to party with Barbie and Skipper if he had no genitals.
Others in my neighborhood were building forts and trenches to
recreate their vision of war, I was spending time creating an environment
for a war worn Joe to have a little R and R.
The blur of wine is making my vision clearer.
The top ten reasons to head
straight from your Christmas Party to AA
10. You stumble to bed and
pass out in the clothes you wore during the party
9. You bump into every wall
on the way to the bathroom
8. You try to decide which
end your holiday cheer will come out first
7. You wake up with blood
shot eyes, a pounding head and fuzz on your tongue
6. The smell of rotting
cheese you forgot to clean up before heading to bed is making your stomach
5. You call out to the
conductor to stop your room from spinning
4. You look out the window
and there is a strange car in the driveway
3. You plod gingerly to the
cellar and stand shaking when you discover there are fewer bottles in the
2. You look on the back
deck and are slapped in the back of the head when you calculated the value
of your glass-recycling bin.
AND the Number One reason
to head straight from your Christmas Party to AA
You sit down in a chair attempting to keep the coffee from shaking
out of the cup enroute to your lips and you are frightened by the sight of
Wino Rocker sleeping on your couch when we wasn’t even at the party.
In a rare moment of holiday
cheer, I had an impromptu Christmas gathering with those who answered their
phone at 6PM last night. What
started as Wino Rocker and I getting together for our year end drink, moved
into several of the Winostuff staff being available, OK, Wino John had to
drop something off for me and he took his jacket off and had a drink.
One can not have a good party without a resource for wine so we
called Big Bob and asked if he wouldn’t mind leaving his tradition family
dinner and gift wrapping festivity to come over and drink (bring) wine.
And to conclude some loose end business, Winette Tia popped in,
actually to have me sign the restraining order to keep out of the town she
has recently moved to now that I found out where that is.
Even for my wino standards,
we committed a wine sin by moving from bad to great the drunker we got.
Yes in Wino 101 and at the behest of Big Bob he wanted me to open the
better stuff early, but I was afraid Wino Rocker would have been putting ice
in the wrong wine so we polished off two inexpensive bottles before the
party started. Being in no
shape to remember the flavors and scents in the lot, I will list without
review the names on the empties in the recycling bin.
I will review the first wine that WR and I had as it was early enough
for me to keep track.
2002 Cloud Line Pinot
Noir- the newest in Dreyfus Ashby’s portfolio and I do not want to
review it here as I want to be in the right frame of mind at the time I
1999 Ridge Monte Bello-
one of WJ’s delightful go-to wines for select celebrations.
2001 Torres Nerola-
I do have a bottle in the rack thanks to BB that I can enjoy one day with
1995 Silver Oak Napa-
I cried but could think of no better friends to open this with. (Editor's
note: WOW! Wine of the night!)
1995 Caymus Special
Selection Cabernet Sauvignon - A Merry Christmas to all and to all a
good night. As one never
knows when the day will come to meet the maker, God, not the wine maker, I
figured it was a treat for me and others still standing who wanted a
Thanks to great friends for a
fun evening. Here is wishing every one a safe and healthy holiday season.
One never knows what the future holds so make the most of everyday
with those who hold a special place in your life.
To better days in ‘05
2001 Campo de Camarena Garnacha Vieja $
The nose on this one will delight Grenache fans as a spicy cedar and
dark cherry wafts out of the glass. Spain
is good to this cepage and for the price, this one is worth a try.
December 17, 2004
I know this is not breaking news and I know that Wino
John has written many times about the health benefits of wine and chocolate,
but color me drunk not to remember that there is a medical journal that has
named this as part of a heart-healthy diet.
Yes, Winos and Winettes, the Polymeal is the answer to all
your health issues. Just look at the research from “medical
experts” telling us that there is a way to get back those years you lost
from smoking, fried foods, McDonalds and lack of sex.
OK, the experts didn’t say you’d die sooner without sex, that is
So if I smoked for 10 years, which would put me 4 and a
half years short on my life expectancy, then I follow the food group below,
I will gain 6 and a half netting me plus two in turnovers.
Either I light up a cigar
and try to get back to the break even point, or I enjoy the additional two
years of Alzheimer’s I’m sure to come down with.
Think about it, does the plus 6.5 carry any weight if my destiny is
to be hit by a bus crossing the street on St. Patty’s Day?
Does that really mean I was supposed to be dead three years ago, but
came up plus two and the bus is waiting this March? Are 6.5 more years worth
having if you do not know what day it is?
What if liver cancer is supposed to take me at 55 and now I have to
live with liver cancer until just short of 62.
Why isn’t sex talked about in this healthy diet thing?
Imagine not having sex for another 6.5 years on top of not having it
for 55 years? Is the Polymeal
playing God with our existence? You
think we have a strain on social security now, what if all the old folks
sucking the system dry now end up on this Polymeal and live an additional
6.5 years? Did the CBO take that into consideration on their latest
projections? Are the doctors
who discovered this looking for ways to control population growth in other
areas? What problems do women
have that this only gives them 5 years, is there a medical reason for that?
If my fish has mercury, is there a nomigram I need to carry in my
wallet to calculate my death date?. I
need to speak with these experts. They have left more questions than
answers for me in their latest findings.
Am I the only one worried about this? Christ, I
need a drink….
Medical experts have put together the
elements of a meal designed to cut heart disease by 75 per cent. They say
the "Polymeal" will add 6½ years to a man's life, while women
can expect an extra five years of life.
The surprisingly attractive ingredients are
outlined in a paper to be published in the British Medical Journal today.
They are: wine, fish, dark chocolate, fruit and vegetables, almonds and
garlic. Each one was picked based on its ability to reduce blood pressure,
cut cholesterol levels, or its proven effect in reducing events such as
heart attack and stroke.
December 15, 2004
Sitting for three days in front of my keyboard, beaming
from my self-proclaimed moniker of the Bobby Vineton-Polish Prince, I
Googled 'Bobby Vinton' just to see what his web site looks like. Wow, he is selling so much more stuff than we are.
Forget about his music, that’s a given, but the bejeweled apparel
and the pens and pins are quite voluminous.
Who in the hell is buying a Bobby Vinton Theater pin?
Damn, if only I had gone there earlier, I could have gotten that for
my mother this Christmas. The good
thing is that I’m sure if I order it, it will still be stylin' next
year. Unlike wine, the Bobby Vinton pin set will never lose its fruit,
so to speak.
Actually, I am in super tasting mode.
The x-outs on my calendar leave little time for the all-important
process of GOTY. I will be
drinking long and hard over the next two weeks to find that bejeweled cepage
that will proudly represent 2005. All
this friggin' work for you people and what do I get besides a swollen liver
and nasty hangover? All I know
for next year is more wine information and less Big Bob in a Speedo.
Not less of the Speedo, mind you, I’ve seen enough of that.
Less 'twigs and berries' and more supple, voluptuous, sultry, hard working
women of wine.
2003 Vina Santa Rita 120 Cabernet Sauvignon
OK for an
inexpensive cabernet, this Chilean wine shows promise but it is not yet
where it needs to be. Dark
fruit, herb and a touch of vanilla on the nose.
Open it on a Tuesday night, this way you won’t serve it by mistake
on Friday night for dinner.
December 11, 2004
If you were soon to be 70 years old and at the top of
your profession for 40 years, would you consider stepping aside for a
younger person to take your respective role in your chosen field? As we are faced with longer life expectancies due to the
top-secret work of genetically engineered super humans by the profit greedy
pharmaceutical companies headed by Wino Lou, people are living longer and
thus working longer. I think it
is a conspiracy developed by the Republicans in conjunction with the drug
companies to keep people living longer, with our natural selection processes
being burdened to the point that we become dependant on medications to keep
us alive and people like Wino Lou can afford expensive wines to swill with
exotic fare. I say it is time
for a Woodward and Bernstein type investigation by someone like Mike Wallace
(case in point: does an 84 year old liver-spotted man need to be working at
this point in his life?)
My point being that someone born in 1935, whose career
in the entertainment industry hit in 1962, should be ready to officially
pass the torch to the next generation and go out on top, so to speak.
Today, December 11, 2004, five days before his 70th
birthday I ask that the Prince consider passing his crown to a younger,
livelier entertainer to carry on the tradition for another 30 years.
Wino Bob, Prince, entertainment industry, what in the hell have you
been drinking? OK, after sharing two bottles of the vine with the regulars
at JR’s I was depressed on the ride home listening to WCBS radio - the
oldies station. They were
featuring the songs of the seventies. That
ain’t oldies to me, winos, that was the music for the Wino Bob mackin'
Just as I was about to punch over to AM talk radio, an
oldie in my opinion came on the station.
This one, I remember being played by my cousin as she was infatuated
by this artist. I think she
wore through two 45rpms of this song. Yes,
as the Italians have Sinatra, the Chinese have William Hung, the Irish have
Jamison, the toothless/shoeless Hillbillies have Elvis, we Poles have Bobby
Vinton. The song, Roses
are Red My Love, Violets are Blue, though only half accurate, was a
huge hit in the early sixties and my cousin to this day is a huge Bobby
Vinton fan. Roses are red, but
violets are actually, well, violet but I guess that is too hard a word to
rhyme. Did you know that
nothing in the English language rhymes with the word Orange?
Yes, the entertainer Bobby
Vinton, born in a sleepy little town on the outskirts of Pittsburgh,
Pennsylvania, will turn 70 next week and it is only right that the crowned
Polish Prince seek out a replacement prior to his inevitable passing.
As we are hard pressed to appoint an obvious entertainer of Polish
decent that proudly wears their heritage on their forehead, I offer myself
as the next crowned Polish Prince. To
the management of Mr. Vinton, it may be a wildly significant PR move at this
time for you to contact me and schedule a photo-op of the Official passing
of the polish scepter from Bobby Vinton, to Wino Bobby Vineton.
Yes, Winos and Winettes, a simple “e” added to his last name ties
our lives together perfectly. We
both have humble beings from a sleepy little mid Atlantic suburb of a larger
industrialized city. We both
are proudly Polish and we both have wildly successful careers in
entertaining millions through our art.
OK, he’s wildly successful and wealthy and I have several drunks
that email me how I suck and don’t know much about wine, but hey, I have a
loyal following. Now, if Mr.
Vinton chooses not to officially crown me the next reigning Polish Prince, I
might just name myself the Polish Prince of Wine and totally cut them out of
the fan fare. Maybe, now that I
think about it, grube
panie z gotuje się na ich *forehead* i *keilbasa* oddychanie mógłby
lubić mnie lepszy (lepiej) są Polski Książę Piwa,
think about it….
Cain Concept $$ (39.00)
Christmas to one and all, this blend is heavy on Cabernet Sauvignon and
Cabernet Franc and offers a depth of dark fruit flavors with a spice and
mint finish that will stay with you beyond the bowl of the glass.
A solid creation for complex wine lovers.
Muga Reserve Rioja $$ (22.00)
body with a nice fruit/acid balance, the light oak adds a mild sweetness to
the spice, chocolate and dark cherry flavors.
December 9, 2004
I was ready to de-title Beer Boy, as he has not been
drinking much beer lately, allegedly. As
I see from my empty email box, if he is drinking, he sure is not spending
any time writing about it. Well,
Beer Boy, if you are not writing about all that beer you are drinking, what
the f@#* have you been doing? What?
Studying for your USA Cycling coach license? Oh…never mind.
What Beer Boy has provided is the latest USA FDA approved Food
Pyramid; you know that chart you got from the gym teacher/ health teacher in
junior high school that had us eating mega servings of veggies and fiber.
If I ever ate that much fruit and fiber, I would need a DSL
connection in my bathroom. Miss
Gym teacher/ health teacher with the dyke haircut and bigger arms then the
math teacher, will you be sharing the newest Food Pyramid recommended by the
FDA? Yes, Winos and Winettes,
the Winostuff staff has been lobbying our FDA pyramid developers and we are
proud to announce that our hard work has paid off.
Officially, wine has been added to the Food Pyramid, though my one
bottle a day has been down graded to a glass or two a day, but liquid
lunches are back in service. I am seeing the growth of Stewart-like drive-up fast food
chains, with women on roller skates delivering trays of wine to your
convertible. The time has
arrived to celebrate and watch for these commercials coming on cable as you
Wine, the other white meat
Wine- its what’s for breakfast
Wine Helper, just add, uh, wine?
Jimmy Dean Winauges
Swine- sipping wine in a can
Wine- breakfast of champions
Wine and cheese- forget that, it’s already there
and yes someone else has thought of putting the wine into the cheese.
Move over Rachel Ray,
new on the Food network, Wino Bob’s Thirty Minute Wine Meal
and Wine on 40 Dollars a Day. So
next time you're over someone’s house and they try and force a tofu burger
on you, tell them you will get all your vitamins, minerals and protein from
your wine, thank you very much, you under weight, tree hugging, Birkenstock
wearing, lava lamp lighting, Vegan.
The New Food Pyramid
Alcohol (in moderation): Scores of studies suggest that having an
alcoholic drink a day lowers the risk of heart disease. Moderation is
clearly important, since alcohol has risks as well as benefits. For men, a
good balance point is 1 to 2 drinks a day.
December 8, 2004
No disrespect intended but I forgot to acknowledge the
sacrifices made by our brave service men and women yesterday as it was the
anniversary of the attack on Pearl Harbor.
Unfortunately, Ben Affleck and Hollywood ruined the story.
Actually, with the f’ing up Ben did to his true life love story
with J Lo in the Hollywood stink bomb, Gigli or Jersey Girl, or one of the
mindless, poorly written box office failures, it temporarily blinds me to
that event. That is why a
ticket costs so much, to make up for the lost revenue of crappy movies by
expensive movie stars. On the other hand, Sideways, like a big ass
California Cab, is being swirled and sipped by winos across the country
bringing latest revenues over 12 million to date.
Thank God for wine-drinking neighbors who frequent the
local wine shops. As I did not
make myself the center of attention at Costa’s tasting on Saturday, there
was a bottle of wine I wanted to taste, but didn’t force them to open
while I was in the store. Luck
struck twice on Sunday, first being invited to a Holiday gathering at the
neighbors and second when the wine I wanted to try was being served at said
neighbors. Sad comment on my
needing to get out more, except for Wino Lou and family and the neighbors
that hosted the evening, I didn’t know any of my neighbors.
I guess after ten years of living here, moving beyond a two house
from porch geography might be a good idea.
It turns out that the neighbors I don’t know like wine as much as
the neighbors I do know. Thinking
about this, I can parlay that into a glass of wine every third house if I
pretend to be doing some sort of exercise/ neighborly friendliness thing.
I just need to meet someone on Hatfield to complete one revolution
about the block.
As it was Sunday night, Wino Lou and I both had work to
finish up before Monday morning, his was to explore the development of a
synthetic replica of a human genome through molecular separation of
embryonic stem cells from a church mouse, and mine was to drink enough wine
to have something to write about. Every
time he tried to leave, I kept filling his glass so I wouldn’t be the last
comic standing. Finally his
sense of responsibility to his career left me savaging the wet bar for
unfinished glasses of red wine in search of a brilliant point, about wine,
to type out on my Sony Vaio, alone, late at night.
As you can see, no brilliant point developed, but I
heard there would soon be a major break through announced from an evil
pharmaceutical profiteer in NJ. I
have to keep this under wraps unless I want to spend the next 9 months in a
cell with Martha Stewart, but Viagra will look like Pez when this thing
breaks. I wonder if I were in
jail for nine months if Martha Stewart would be a major score, you know if I
would be able to find her sexy. Some
how I think her Gestapo-like orders to pleasure her would turn me off.
Cantina Zaccagnini Montepulciano d’Abbruzzo
Nice balance with jammy raspberry flavors and a structured acidity,
but somewhat one-dimensional.
December 7, 2004
I don’t know if I should hold my head high with pride
or bow in shame, but I think Wino Jim has been infected with the Wino Bug
He is now reading wine articles and wine shopping and
drinking more wine. When we
first spoke, he told me he really didn’t want to get caught up in the
pretense of wine and the rituals and the learning and…
So now, he is in the thick of it and we have exchanged
several emails about wine issues. In
a very complimentary way, he told me that my head is filled with useless
wine information and that I am a lot like Clark Kent. I can, at a moments notice dash into a wine shop and
transform from the geeky, nerdy-looking stick figure into a geeky,
nerdy-looking stick figure who knows a lot of unimportant stuff about wine.
I emailed him back that at least Clark gets to fly around with Ms.
Lane in his arms and have her fawning over his special powers, at which
point he responded with this.
ten uses for Wino Bob's special wine knowledge:
Winning friends and influencing people (particularly wine
Helps you get over the urge to giggle when you hear the
Impress dates, neighbors, employers and small farm animals
reports that it may have the opposite effect on wives)
Provides a great excuse for "exploring" additional vintages
(otherwise known as drinking more).
Helps pass the time while waiting for food.
Allows you to make condescending Sommeliers answer the really
questions (as opposed to just selling the expensive stuff!)
Provides an opportunity to talk about "legs" and
referring to body parts
Helps to make sense of that odd gurgley feeling you used to get
a gallon of Gallo
Encourages your spouse to find additional sources of revenue to
the number one use for Wino Bob's special wine knowledge...
Will give you some idea of how hangovers feel in other countries
various "growing conditions!!"
I could tell it must have been a slow day at work for
Wino Jim, but am glad to have one more counted among the growing wino
masses. See what a good Malbec
will get you….
December 4, 2004
I think this is the first time in a year and a half I
am typing away in the small third floor room during the afternoon.
I just realized that the room isn’t so dim and dreary when the
sunlight streaks in the southward facing window.
An old Massachusetts sea captain who settled in NJ after his sailing
days were over built this house. The
windows on the northern and southern windows are designed to look like the
windows in the captain’s quarters of an old whaling ship.
Right now, I can almost see the ocean trailing behind me as I glance
over my right shoulder. Why am
I writing at this hour of the day, or better yet, why am I buzzed at this
hour of the day is the more appropriate question.
I must admit, it is not my fault.
No, in the course of the Saturday chore ritual, I stopped in two
places, the first being Kings Supermarket.
To my delight, the shelves were stocked with Joseph Drouhin
Beaujolais Nouveau so I grabbed a bottle to enjoy with my, ah, my week and a
half old turkey sandwich. Actually,
I don’t have a leftover sandwich. As you know, I had lamb on T-Day.
I decided to buy a bottle and next time I go to Linda’s Chicken, a
Boston Market type eatery in town, I will order a takeout of turkey, yams,
cranberry, potatoes and gravy to enjoy the 2004 JD BN with and remember
Thanksgivings past when I would be throwing out the green fuzzy bowl that
once has stuffing, or potatoes, or something that wasn’t green and fuzzy
when I first put it on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator.
On my drive home from Kings, my wino-in-training, Jim,
called to let me know that Costa’s was having an in store tasting from
1-4PM. WOO HOO, free wine
tasting, I am so there. Besides,
we were going to dinner with Mag and Jim tonight and I need a bottle to
bring so I can shop and taste and walk around like I’m still shopping and
taste, and pretend I don’t know what to bring to dinner and taste.
So it was off to Costa Wines and into a store filled with people
asking stupid questions and wine distributors giving bloviated answers.
John has been a friend so I didn’t want to drink every wine he was
pouring here’s the list:
Alois Lageder Pinot Grigio
King Estates Pinot Gris
Cantina Zaccagnini Montepulciano d’Abbruzzo
Pascual Toso Malbec Riserva
Vinha Da Defesa
They also had to show and sell but not to taste, the
Fontodi Flaccianello 2001 that landed number 10 on Spectator.
I decided to grab a bottle for dinner tonight of the
Malbec from Argentina, which I did spend time sampling at the store.
Several local restaurants served food so I could have easily turned
that stop into dinner and drinks.
2003 Pascual Toso Malbec Riserva
Breathe in and out, in and out, this wine needs a good bit of
oxidation before it shows any fruit. When
you finally get to the reason you wanted to drink it, you find a tasty
raspberry and dark fruit flavor with a finish of chocolate and a touch of
spice. A nice wine for a casual dinner.
November 29, 2004
The trauma of the holiday season is officially upon us.
Workers spent Saturday, blocking one lane of the major road through
the center of town as they connected holiday decorations to the lampposts
lining the street. Shoppers had
the roads and parking lots jammed to the discomfort of the average person
heading out to pick up a newspaper or bottle of wine.
From the entry in the guestbook, it looks like Wino John was playing
hide and seek in the well stocked wine cellar of Wino Wally over the holiday
so I am sure he will be updating his page within the next day, or days, or
week, or month, I hope. With all my belly aching, I will keep this one simple.
Making up for the lack of wine at dinner on Thanksgiving, I sampled
the following wines.
Bicyclette Syrah Vin de Pays D’Oc $
grabbed this from the display close to the front door at Costas’ as I was
heading next door for a quick dinner on Saturday evening.
The nose on this was pleasant, but the wine seemed very watery.
Yes, little fruit and a host of tasteless liquid, this wine is the
offering of Gallo as they try to market a casual drinker from France back
into the US market. I was not
impressed, though the label will catch a great many buyer’s attention.
2003 Long Neck Cabernet Sauvignon West Cape
This South African offering needs to calm in the glass before any positive
impression is obtainable. It
starts as a jigsaw puzzle with pieces scattered about, but does come
together well enough to show a drinkable cabernet sauvignon.
November 25, 2004
I would like one of our smart readers to describe to me
the way that our brain stores memories.
I know there are no silicon chips being burned with 1’s and 0’s,
but rather an extremely complex balance between chemicals and electricity.
Therefore, as I sit here in the dead of night, as the wind howls
through the drafty window next to my small desk in the dimly lit room on the
third floor, a message keeps flashing through my mind’s eye.
“A file by that name already exists, do you want to overwrite:
yes/no?” In the blink of an
eye, I selected yes, and the file titled Suckiest
Thanksgiving replaced the 1976 Thanksgiving memory with 2004’s.
I was a junior in high school in 1976 and it was one of a handful of
Thanksgivings that my father was in Germany for a business trip that ended
that Saturday. Going through several Thanksgiving dinners before when all
the trimmings were prepared for days and the table was set with an empty
place for my father’s absence, we ended each with my mother not feeling
much like eating the turkey. In
1976, we ate roast beef on Thanksgiving and the traditional turkey on Sunday
upon my father’s return. That was also the year I was repairing a broken
collarbone, unable to play in the traditional Thanksgiving Day football game
and had an argument with my girlfriend as she drove me home from the field
house. For the past 28 years, that day has been resident in
the non-silicon mass storage device. Today it is officially replaced
and I have no one to blame but myself.
There are some major issues going on with the health of
a family member and it had me thinking in many different ways then the one I
most wanted to. What should
have been a day filled with leftovers, hangovers and holdovers turned out to
be the dinner scene from A Christmas Story; the one where Ralphie and his
family are eating a Holiday dinner in a nearly empty Chinese restaurant. A small breakfast in Barnegat and a small dinner in Fairfield
(not Bacchus), with a two-hour window to sit in my new recliner and have an
aperitif on the rocks to accompany the third quarter of Indianapolis versus
Detroit. I normally would place
a complimentary plug for the restaurant here, but I will give them a pass.
I am assuming the poor service and mediocre food was a result of the
minimal amount of patrons on Thanksgiving.
The fact that six of us doubled the amount of diners should have been
a forewarning of things to come. The
traditional turkey platter held no interest on this unusual celebration this
year and I vow that it will not end up this way again,
I went with lamb. Washing
it down with two glasses of the house cabernet sauvignon, we ate and talked
quietly as not to wake the wait staff from the nap they were taking.
Boredom in the kitchen must have had the chef finish three of our
dinners six minutes before the other three.
One would think if you only have six dinners to prepare, you might be
able to serve them at the same time. Sorry,
this should not be a review, but rather a lesson learned.
The fun part of the night turned out to be the Travel
Channel marathon of John Ratzenberger’s series, Made in America.
I really like this show and the topics it covers.
John visits factories in the USA and highlights the work being done
by those dwindling manufacturers for products that can proudly say, Made in
the USA, on their label. The
negative about the show is he tries to cover too much in a half hour and
spends too little time showing the details of these workers.
We need more of this so I hope The Travel Channel expands this series
to an hour. Cliff Claven has
hit a homerun with this series, at least for me.
If you have not seen this show yet, take the time to seek it out, you
will not be disappointed.
Let us keep the numbers rolling for Sideways; I read
the production cost was 12 million so they are half way to break even.
We can show the market that we Winos are a force to be reckoned with
by pushing this over the top.
Orange Colombo aperitif
This aperitif has a rose wine
base with alcohol, infusions of oranges, quinquina, sugar and distillates.
Infusions of oranges are made from orange peels, rubans verts, Côte
d’Azur type, and peels of sweet oranges macerated in alcohol. I chilled
this and poured it over ice in a tumbler to excite my taste buds before my
journey to the dinner of infamy. My
brother brought this back from a trip to Provence several years ago.
2004 Beringer Nouveau $
Created from Pinot Noir and Valdiguie, this is the most widely promoted
Thanksgiving Day wine in the Essex county area.
Not from Gamay and not from Burgundy, this light style red from
Beringer holds little excitement or flavor for me.
I wonder how long this will be promoted.
November 23, 2004
Wow, when is the thank you coming? Since I wrote about the lack of numbers on the movie
Sideways, you Winos and Winettes have taken to the theaters and nearly
doubled the box office in two weeks. The
register just topped 6.2 million dollars and counting.
I will be looking for the call from Mr. Giamatti and Mr. Payne.
Face it, the masses will settle for any wine entertainment, look no
In response to our readers support, I celebrated with
myself last night. I opened a
rare bottle of wine. In fact,
there were only two bottles of this wine in the world and I cellared one of
them for the past three years. Now
I drank and peed that rare bottle and have lost contact with the gentleman
that had the other. Rare wine?
What the F^#$, Wino Bob? I thought you only buy affordable stuff.
That is true, and this bottle actually was affordable at the time I
bought it. This wine came from
the boutique winery, Alden Yachts. OK,
here’s the deal, several years ago, through my geek job, I was selling
equipment to yacht builders. I
got to know several owners of high-end yacht manufacturing plants and one of
the owners was very much a wine lover.
He and I were talking one night and he mentioned that it would be
great to have a wine and a sparkling wine they could serve during the launch
party for each yacht sold. Alden
is a company in Portsmouth, RI that makes multi-million dollar sailboats
with luxury galore. The first
time I was invited up to tour the plant and step aboard a yacht ready to be
delivered, I was in awe. The
conversation spun down to wine and I told the owner, I had some sources I
I know there are tons of wineries that will print up
labels with your name on them, but this had to be far classier.
I myself have some bottles from Windsor personalized for me.
That would not serve the clientele of Alden so I peeled down many
layers of the onion to get something unique.
What I found was a company called Thoroughbred Vintners that works
with Precision Etching. The
design they came up with was stunning and the two bottles I bought to show
the owner of Alden Yachts, landed one in my cellar.
Worried that it would be just another run of the mill, make your own
label type wine, I fiddled and fondled that bottle for years reluctant to
open it and give it a taste. In
a moment, which had me realizing my alcohol shakes weren’t frenzied enough
to make me open one of the remaining good bottles, I took the Alden Yacht
Wine to Big Bertha and proceeded to inadvertently drive the cork into the
bottle. God Damn It, Cartman, I
was in a wine funk and reversed the action of Big Bertha leveraging the cork
down the neck of the bottle and into the wine.
The level of liquid, my pissed mood and the fact that I have no real
wine to quell my jones had me sloshing and spilling the first pour.
Hey, this has a pleasant nose. Slurp,
slosh, hey, this doesn’t taste bad. So
I poured a glass and set it down for a few minutes to wipe up the splatters.
I picked up the bottle and spun it around to see what was on the
back. The words, Thoroughbred
Vintners 1997 Estate Bottled Cabernet Sauvignon Paso Robles, California and
some phone numbers. I cannot do
a formal review as mine and Dave’s were the only two bottles like this,
but if you go on their web page, the wine they bottle in the commemorative
events is from the same vineyard.
If I recall, the set up of the Alden Yacht artwork and
bottle etching was a higher cost then the wine itself, but this wine was a
pleasant surprise. The black
cherry and cassis flavors finished smoothly and had me wishing I had a case
of this in my cellar. Unfortunately,
the one and only Alden Yacht Wine is flowing through a water treatment
facility in Newark and on its way into the Newark Bay to be recycled into
the biosphere of our planet. A
surprise, a pleasant surprise was delivered in that bottle and if sourcing
an etched Wino Bob Syrah, I might have to call the Thoroughbred Vintners and
see if they could hook me up.
November 19, 2004
Before I serve up the main course for this entry, I
wanted to add one more comment on the lack of good wine material.
If you remember back around October 22nd, I stumbled upon
a movie that was being released called Sideways. This movie starred Paul Giamotti and was directed by
Alexander Payne. Fox, or
Alexander, or Paul did not contact us so we never had the opportunity to
throw our weight behind promoting this wine story, or not.
I saw the box office numbers today and I think Fox and Alexander and
Paul need to rethink their snubbing of WinoStuff.com. In fact, they should set up that special screening and wine
and dine us. I point no further
than the popular election numbers and the position we at WinoStuff.com took
early on. The results speak for
themselves as will be evident on the January 21, 2005 entry of Wino Wally.
I predict it will recap all the wines severed at the Big Dance for W.
In the world where fake documentaries can pull in over 100 million
dollars (and still have no impact) a good wine story should be able to pull
in a tenth of that. I submit to
you that Sideways neither affected
the wine industry nor influenced the movie industry with a 4-week total of
$3,751,301. I have not been to
a movie theater since ticket prices were five dollars so I am guessing that
across the country average ticket prices are currently around nine dollars.
That roughly translates to 417,000 moviegoers.
Maybe this movie problem is similar to the book problem; there is
little entertaining wine related material exciting the interest of the mass
population. Therefore, I stand
by my premise that WinoStuff.com remains the most powerful,
entertaining-wine related property on the market today, and that is why our
readership continues to grow by leaps and bounds each month.
Big Bob also showed me pages of WinoStuff.com in Spanish and German.
Stay tuned for more exciting news on this topic….
Please, clear the dishes and let the sorbet cleanse
your palate, the appetizer is over and now for the main dish.
Road trip with Wino Rocker, part deux.
The aging, stuck in the sixties, good friend of mine called the other
day and informed me that one of his favorite bands was playing at the
Legendary Stone Pony. The
group, Mountain, famous for the
guitar riffs of the one and only Leslie West was an iconic influence of
garage bands around the country. Who
doesn’t find themselves humming the words from Nantucket Sleigh ride? How
stoned were they? We arrived
just as the first of two warm up bands were taking the stage. The warm ups brought their groupies and the remainder of the
crowd was there for Mountain. I
looked around at one point and realized, I was a tweener. Caught somewhere between the 20 something crowd there to
cheer and sing along with their favorite garage band lyrics and the over 55
crowd that cheered and sang along with Leslie West at Woodstock.
If I might make several observations, the West crowd did look a bit
like the infirmary at the VA hospital, and gentlemen over fifty, if you are
wearing expand-a-waist pants to the concert, please cut the long gray
ponytail. There was nothing
funnier to me then seeing an aged hippie with elastic waistband crappy blue
Note to garage bands, if your drummer is 45 and we
still haven’t heard you on the radio, think Home Depot. The first band, Nite Lite, was OK, but I really couldn’t
get much into their musical style. It seemed spastic at best and
unrehearsed at worst. But they
plugged their new CD and their web site before every song.
Then, as they carted off their instruments, the next band carted
theirs on stage to rock the crowd with the songs from their new CD.
Where the hell are all these CDs being produced?
Have you rocked out in your car to the songs of Count Josephine? Me
neither, but I will say they were the better of the two bands.
As I stood there listening to their third song, knowing they were
there, probably playing for drinks, in hopes of being discovered by the more
affluent crowd of the Mountain following, I had a chill run down my spine. It wasn’t from the bottle of Bud that was knocked over by
the plastered fat chick in her drunken Stooper, tacking across the floor.
No, it was from the chilling fact that I am nothing more than a garage
writer. Like the aging drummer
of Count Josephine, whose hopes of national recognition and industry
acceptance have long passed. I sit here late into the night tapping
rhythmically on the keyboard of my Sony Vaio, with the same dashed hopes of
that guy. Young, up and coming
journalistic prominence has drained like the black from the hair on the side
of my head. The mainstream wine
industry media looks sympathetically down at my wine entries with that
“he’s had a tough life, just humor him” look.
Dejectedly, my Yeungling buzz is wearing off and I quietly accept my
position of drunken wino blogger.
As for the main event, Mountain took the stage about
10:45PM and once over the shock of Mr. West’s snow white hair, science
professor glasses, Ben Gay scented cologne and the oxygen tank on the side
of the stage as his climbing the three steps left him breathing hard, he
picked up a guitar and mesmerized the audience for the next hour and a half.
Colostomy bag and all, the dude can play a mean ass guitar.
The highlights for me were Scenes from an Imaginary Western,
the Animal’s-House of the Rising Sun, his tribute to Cream,
Mississippi Queen and his acoustical interpretation of Dylan’s
Blowin in the Wind. The
only moment I twitched slightly over was his rap during the intro to
Blowin in the Wind, when he was trying to quiet the twenty
something garage band groupies who were talking loudly during his entire
set, he admonished them to listen to the words of this song especially in
light of the fact that WE lost the election.
Wino Rocker and I immediately looked at each other, laughed and
simultaneously mouth, “We didn’t lose the election.”
Corky Lange gave his heart and sole with every beat on
the drums, but at one point I saw him tapping his wrist with his sticks
trying to find out what time it was from the stage manager. I guess old Corky was hoping to be in bed by midnight.
It must be tough knowing that in 1969, you were part of a historical
event as 500,000 fans gathered at Yazgar’s farm for three days of music,
love and harmony, to be standing on stage 35 years later in front of 250
people in Asbury Park, NJ in November.
Is it the love of the music that drives them to play no matter how
small the crowd and how little money? Or
is it the need to play in venues that will provide any amount of cash since
investing in the market was not the way of the counter cultural leaders in
the sixties? Put aside the wafting odor of Ben Gay, set aside the gasping
breaths after every song, set aside the fatherly look, Leslie West remains
to this day an amazing guitarist whom offers his passion and talent in every
drop of sweat coming down his time worn brow and flowing off the frets of
his instrument. The show was
tops, though I wished I were older in 1969 and saw him in that same venue.
To Mr. West, thank you for a fantastically entertaining evening.
And to the aging garage bands, from an aging garage writer, I tip my
beer to you because I feel your pain man, I feel your pain.
November 14, 2004
I grew up in a house where spontaneous social
interaction was more the norm then the exception.
At any given moment, my father might call saying he was on his way
home with a business associate from San Paulo or Sydney or Johannesburg.
My father was an international sales manager and when his agents came
to visit the home office, he graciously invited them to our home,
unbeknownst to my mom. Other
times, cousins or my older brother’s friend would pop in the back door and
a spontaneous evening of eating, drinking and laughing would ensue.
That is why I feel a bit embarrassed this morning as I was caught
with my proverbial pants down yesterday, touching myself.
About 5:45PM, as I was ¾ of the way through my Los Vascos, a
somewhat spontaneous gathering erupted in the kitchen.
The danger of this crowd was that one of the couples have drank till
sun rise with us during those 'more bottles than bodies' events. Trying to be gracious, but not much prepared, I rooted
through the fridge and located the only servable snack in the house.
Yes, Wino Bob likes the cheese and Wino Bob likes the port, so in the
ultimate show of laziness, I keep on hand a wedge of port wine cheese.
Who thought of this? I
don’t know, but I bet it was some high society captain of industry
befuddled at a cocktail party as he tried to maneuver spreading cheese on
his crackers while standing discussing captain of industry things and
sipping a 50 year ruby. In a
Michael Keaton moment, he must have been struck like lighting with the idea
to eliminate one of the obstacles. He
must have pondered, a plate, a slice of cheese, a cracker, a knife, a glass
of port, a napkin and only two hands. Simple,
feed the port to the cheese and lay it out on a cracker. Voila,
freedom of looking captainly while enjoying my two favorite snacks.
The cheese was the easy part. The difficultly
came as I knew the Los Vascos was the last of the everyday drinkers and I
was faced with 5 winos expecting a beverage from the wine cellar. My mind raced as I contemplated heading down stairs, out the
bilco doors, hopping in the car and driving to Costas’ for several bottles
of an everyday drinking wine. But
then the latest WOTM selection came to mind and I grudgingly reached for the
last of my BV stock, a bottle of 1995 Georges de Latour.
I trembled as I placed the foil cutter on the capsule, wondering if
this was the right thing to do. Realizing
in the next few days, Wino John will be posting a picture of Georges himself
donning a banana hammock with a Winostuff tat on the left cheek of his
wrinkly saddle bag ass, I took one for the team and sacrificed this gem to
the masses. Wiping away tears,
I headed to the kitchen clutching the opened bottle, knowing the winos would
not be making a distinction between the remaining Los Vasco and the
I also offer this as a proverbial poke in the eye to
Mr. Laube, whose silver mustache and eye mole must have caused him to
transpose his latest review. Either
that or the newest release of Georges really sucks, but I can no longer
afford to buy at that price point and BV is not sending me any samples to
challenge the rating. I side
with WJ and think Mr. Laube is in concert with Michael Moore to produce a
made up documentary to bring down the BV Empire.
Another clear reason why the alternative web media like WinoStuff is
out protecting the rights of the everyday wino.
Without this alternate voice, the mainstream wine press would slant
the mass opinion to FOL (Friends of Laube) wines and possibly disrupt the
balance of wineries in Napa.
So here’s to not blindly accepting that which is
printed in big time industry rags. Here’s
to the voice of the lowly wine drinker whose access to the best is limited
by his lack of credibility. Here’s
to the captain of industry who freed my Great Walenda balancing act at a
cocktail party by feeding the port to the cows so they manufacture port wine
cheese. But most of all
here’s to the upcoming eye damage brought about by the thong clad ass of
Georges de Latour.
1995 BV Cabernet Sauvignon Georges de Latour Private
Reserve Rutherford $$$
Crafted like the cream of Aphrodite herself, this big cab brings
delight with rambling black fruit, cassis and the gentle hands of mild
tannins on the lengthy finish. A treat.
November 13, 2004
As the consternations of Global Warming continue, I am
looking out my window over the snow-covered lawns in the neighborhood.
Though only a dusting, the turkey has yet to go to the chopping block
and we are showing signs of that long hard winter ahead.
I hope it is warm where you are, unless of course, you are in the
great north and own a ski lodge and rely on the white stuff as a source of
I saw Wino John has taken to honoring the out outgoing
Governor who is heading out after announcing he was coming out.
The Pansy Wine will be a fitting tribute to the man who was ruled by
his heart and not his head in protecting the citizens of NJ.
I find it amusing that the person taking over for ex-Governor
McGreevey is Richard Codey, but he goes by the name Dick.
So we have Dick Codey replacing Dick Salot in office.
I feel safer already.
Last night, after returning from the opening page of
chapter one for my own private, Tuesday’s
with Morrie, I scrolled through my last quarter’s entries.
I noticed I have begun to suck.
I have mostly boring political bullshit and some rather
mater-of-fact, barebones wine reviews. While Wino John is sitting s-faced in front of the home
computer, laughing hardily to himself as he finds bits and pieces of amusing
wine industry info, I sit, somewhat vacant, in front of the keyboard, just
not feeling the funny juice flow down the leg of my pants.
Hey, on a cold fall afternoon, there’s nothing better
than a warm mug of Dicken’s cider. Yes,
if I had my way this fall, I would blaze a log in the fireplace, dim the
lights and spend the evening with a heaping helping of Dicken’s cider.
Dicken’s cider is the perfect ending to a rough day at work and
what better way to celebrate the upcoming Thanksgiving meal with an early
serving of Dicken’s cider. Or
as I did last year, surprise the relatives by cleaning the table, laying out
a pumpkin pie and whip cream and placing some Dicken’s cider right there
on the dining room table. Boy,
will that make for a great deal of conversation.
I know, I heard that in the third grade also, but I
needed to clear my head before I get back on track with a review I myself
will reread. As Thanksgiving is
closing in and the thought turns to wine with dinner.
Steve, the guy that worked the wine festival pick up truck with me,
had suggested I try the multitude of Cranberry wines being made in NJ.
I have a hard time going for the wine made from anything other than
the grape, but I did taste the cranberry wine with my deep fried turkey
sandwich and it was interesting in its presentation.
I have a hard time recommending it but find that from time to time,
it’s not all about me. There
are many who enjoy a good glass of blueberry, red raspberry, blackberry,
apple, strawberry, cherry, or cranberry wine and what better place to
produce these than NJ. As our
ex-Governor was so proud of the blueberry, he officially named it the state
fruit, edging out by ten votes the runner up, the Governor himself.
NJ and blueberries, perfect together.
And if you have ever driven across the state on Route 70, the Ocean
Spray cranberry bogs still adorn the Pinelands.
If you are tired of the decision of Pinot Noir or White Burgundy and
the crowd is not adventurous enough for Zinfandel or Gewürztraminer, you
may be able to spark something different by heading out to your local wine
store and grabbing a bottle of cranberry wine.
If it really sucks, your hosts will have an hour’s with of table
conversation goofing on you. If its good, tell them it was a Wino Bob recommendation as we
strive to come up with new and interesting information Wine Spectator will
be writing about in three months. And
for those of you really looking to shock the shit out of your crazy aunt or
meddling mother-in-law, just offer up a nice hearty, warm serving of
You can find Cranberry wine from the following NJ
For those not man enough to bring the Dicken’s cider
you can opt for:
2002 Los Vasco Cabernet Sauvignon Colchagua
This Chilean property of Domaines Baron De Rothschild (Lafite) is a solid
example of wine offerings from South America.
Good dark fruit and bell pepper flavors present well for fewer than
November 8, 2004
Yesterday, the weather seemed more like Late June than
early November as the mercury pumped its way over the 65 mark.
At one point, just before the kick-off for the Giants game, I ran to
Kings and tooled around looking for something to eat.
It has been awhile since I had a simple fish dish, so I headed back
to the fish counter. The
Chilean Sea Bass looked excellent, but at $14.99/lb, I opted for the less
expensive Tilapia. Two pounds
of fresh fish in tow, I zigzagged the isles wondering what else I could
prepare with the selected main course.
A nice ginger, kind of Asian Fusion thing might do the trick, so I
found the Hosain sauce and Thai noodles with soy ginger and some Bok chow,
water chestnuts and mini-corn mix. The
red I had left over from Saturday night would not work, so I headed to the
white wine section. With little
experience in white, other than my Sauvignon Blanc (too citrus) and oaky
Chard (too oaky), I found myself with several Riesling choices.
Andrea Immer is always touting Riesling as a good match for Asian
style sauces. My hand reached
for the bottle just above the $8.99 price tag, but stopped and moved over
one bottle. For some reason, I
grabbed my second choice that turned out to be an $11.00 bottle. What the
hell, I might be dead tomorrow.
The food cooked up and my curiosity grabbed me by the
shorts, so I opened the bottle that had been chilling since the opening kick
off between the Bears and Giants. Good
thing I opened it when I did as the 14 point lead vanished quicker than
Donald Trump’s part in a windstorm. Hey,
not a bad nose. Wow, nice taste, I thought to myself since no one else was
home. It turned out to be a
pleasant surprise and an enjoyable meal as the ginger complemented the green
apple, apricot and acidity of the wine.
Tough loss for the Giants, but the wine made me forget quickly and
sent me computer-bound to learn a bit more about the bottle I was enjoying. What initially made me pick this wine was that the Monterrey
Bay area printed on the label. I
spent a day at the Monterrey aquarium and was very impressed by the 35-foot
kelp beds and the variety of sea life.
The wine is from Jekel, owned by the mega-conglomerate
Brown-Forman. Here is some basic info about B-F from their web site:
Out of his idea grew a
company that in fiscal 2003 had sales of $2.3 billion, of which $1.7 billion
was accounted for by sales of wines and spirits
in 1870, is a diversified producer and marketer of fine quality consumer
Jack Daniel's Tennessee Whiskey
Canadian Mist Canadian Whiskies
Old Forester Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whisky
Early Times Kentucky Whiskey
Woodford Reserve Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey
Pepe Lopez Tequilas
Jack Daniel's Country Cocktails
Glenmorangie Single Highland Malt Scotch Whiskies
Fetzer Vineyards California Wines
Korbel California Champagnes
Bonterra California Wines
Jekel California Wines
Sonoma-Cutrer California Wines
Bolla Italian Wines
Michel Picard French Wines
Lenox China and Crystal
Dansk Contemporary Tabletop, Housewares and Giftware
Gorham Silver, Stainless Steel Flatware, and Crystal
Hartmann Luggage, Business Cases, and Personal Leather Goods
top two holdings of B-F hold interesting birthday celebratory experiences
for me. Southern Comfort found half my stomach on Mrs. Fanaldi’s front
yard during my 17th and
the last time I touched JD was for my 21st
when ¾ of a bottle flowed passed my lips. Sonoma-Cutrer is consistently the number one Chard in white
linen restaurants, some of which serve their food on Lenox china.
2002 Jekel Monterrey Riesling $ (11.00)