24
Jan
2012
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Two great reads: Dornenburg and Page’s pairing books

It used to be one of those rote tropes that writers favor, the kind that start with “If you can have only one book about pairing food and beverages … ”

And the rest of the story was … Andrew Dornenburg and Karen Page’s “What to Drink with What You Eat.”

Now there are some dandy food-wine matchmaking works: Evan Goldstein’s “Perfect Pairings,” Karen MacNeil’s “Wine, Food & Friends” and Andrea Immer Robinson’s “Everyday Dining With Wine.” But Dorenburg and Page covered pretty much all beverages, mainly focusing on those with some alcohol.

Well now they’ve done it again. “The Food Lover’s Guide to Wine” is an eminently fitting followup to “What to Eat With What You Drink,” somehow expanding on something that already seemed complete.

The focus this time is on wine, and thoroughly so. The authors look at scores of grapes and make recommendations not only for dishes but for wine brands. The book, like its predecessor, is layered with tons of tidbits, charts and sidebars featuring statistics and advice from other experts.

And again like “What to Eat,” it’s remarkably practical; a reader of any expertise level on food or wine will never feel intimidated nor “talked down to.” It doesn’t just make you feel like an insider; it makes you an insider.

Both these books are meant for the kitchen, of course, but also are well-suited for the bedroom or bathroom, because you can pick them up, turn randomly to any section, and dive right in.

Deciding which of these is more deserving of the title “indispensable” is almost impossible. I can’t imagine doing without either.

22
Jan
2012
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Paso Robles addendum

I don’t have much to add to Reid Plumbo’s excellent roundup on Paso Robles. But since I was there recently ““ Reid was supposed to join us but couldn’t after switching jobs and losing vacation time ““ I’d like to share a few notes.

During our fabulous visit to Tablas Creek, we learned that the winemaker there, Neil Collins, had his own label, Lone Madrone. First stop after Tablas: the Lone Madrone tasting room, where we weren’t disappointed. The Points West white blend (yum), Points West red, Tannat and Barbera all rocked, and the tasting room was comfy-cozy.

L’Aventure also provided a swell experience, with profound wines (although sampling them certainly felt like infanticide) and some of the most fascinating posters and maps I’ve encountered at a winery.

But the (non-Tablas Creek) highlight of our trip was Denner Vineyards. The tasting room, recently named the West Coast’s most beautiful by Sunset magazine, was indeed gorgeous, very cool and very warm; it’s by appointment only, btw.

But the reason to go is the wines, which were mesmerizing, so delicious and seductive that for the first time in many a year, I joined a winery’s club, the kind where you get regular shipments of basically whatever they want to send you. We didn’t even get a shot at Denner’s highest-rated wine, the Ditch Digger, but I can’t imagine that it’s much better than the Theresa white blend, Viognier, Mourvedre and Syrah that we sampled.

The restaurant scene was, alas, not as noteworthy, save for one great discovery. The Los Robles Café (1420 Spring St., 805-239-8525) served up ridiculously tasty Mexican food for screamin’-bargain prices. We knew we probably were on to something when we noticed how few other Anglo customers were there.

22
Jan
2012
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Wines of the Week: Jan. 16-22

Everyday: OK, I’ll admit to having a soft spot for any West Coast efforts to make Italian varietals. But I still was delightfully surprised with the quality of the Montevina Terra d’Oro Amador County Barbera 2009 ($18). The yummy darkish fruit is in gracious harmony with the soft tannins and just-bracing-enough acidity. This is a spicy, supple and sexy wine, possessed of a lovely mouthfeel and gorgeous finish. Bonus: It’s every bit as food-friendly as its Piedmontese counterparts. Try it with rustic winter stews, lamb and game dishes or anything with mushrooms.

Occasion: I’m also a sucker for chenin blanc, and few, if any vintners in the world are doing it any better than Loire master Nicolas Joly. The N. Joly Savennieres “Les Vieux Clos” 2009 ($53) elicited a rare “yowsa!” in my tasting notes. It’s a font of endless harmony, with all manner of stone fruit (apricot, peach) and ripe green apple flavors melding with racy acidity over a minerally base. The finish is, as my late, great mother-in-law would say, nigh onto endless. Creamy soups, sauces and cheeses play beautifully with this brisk delight, as would most curry dishes.

20
Jan
2012
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Taint happening

Whew.

That’s the sound of a guy who averted semi-disaster earlier this week, at least on the viniferous front. I was supplying the wines for a dinner that people had paid good money to a charity for “” and realized en route that there would be barely enough to cover the crowd at a charity dinner: six bottles, and two from my friend Mark, for 10 people.

And none of them were corked. If even one had been, I would have had to order a bottle from the list to accompany our phenomenal meal at Cafe Levain. Their list is just fine, but the guests had paid to have wine from our cellars, mailing-list stuff that just isn’t available in the Twin Cities.

And given recent history, I feel fortunate that none of the eight bottles had cork taint or other flaws. It’s rare indeed in my circles to pull together more than 10 or so bottles that all come with corks and not have at least one of them be damaged. The prevailing estimate among folks I trust (including this one) is that about 8 percent of wines sealed with cork have some taint.

Sometimes the effects are egregious, moldy aromas and flavors that render a wine undrinkable. Sometimes the wine is slightly corked “” which is not an oxymoron a la “slightly engaged to be married” “” and the wine is “merely” not nearly as good as it should be.

Many consumers “” including yours truly, not possessed of a Sherlock Holmesian nose for minimal cork taint “” don’t detect the actual TCA, especially if it’s their first time sampling a particular wine. But in the last year, I have encountered bottles from Aubert and Saxum that, while quaffable, were nowhere near the usual high quality those wineries offer up. Basically, a bit of TCA (2,4,6-trichloroanisole, in scientific parlance) had turned an $80 wine into an $8 wine.

Beyond a diminution of flavor, tainted wines can create awkward social situations (even for almost-impossible-to-embarrass folks like me). I recently had a restaurant dinner with a great winemaker; he ordered a wine, hurriedly sniffed and sipped and declared it OK. It wasn’t, and the shame is that he knew it once he started paying attention to the wine instead of talking and doing the restaurant “check” at the same time.

It’s time for this to end, and even wineries and restaurants are realizing it, as noted in this incisive, thorough article by Dan Berger. It’s time for those of us who bring wines to dinners and other gatherings to stop having to feel as though we need almost as much backup as a rookie cop at a drug lord’s villa.

Whatever Spain and Portugal, the primary sources of cork, are doing is not enough, Whatever wineries are doing is not enough, even (or especially) with those that are charging $50-$100 a bottle like Aubert and Saxum. The only place where they seem to be doing enough is Down Under, as Berger’s article notes.

For starters, anyone who encounters those moldy-basement elements should check in “” politely but firmly “” with the waitperson in a restaurant or the merchant if they bought it in a store. (Be sure to bring the bottle and cork, and don’t expect a refund if you’ve consumed most or all of what you bought :o). If you purchased a corked bottle from a winery, contact them, and again be polite “” unless and until they’re not.

The folks that get our money for wines that prove to be corked need not only to make good on it, but to know they have sold damaged goods. The good ones will absolutely want to know, and will deserve your return business.

18
Jan
2012
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A great read: Benjamin Wallace, ‘The Billionaire’s Vinegar’

I don’t know when I’ve had as much fun reading a book as I did with “The Billionaire’s Vinegar.” Of course, it didn’t hurt that I was paging my way through it in Paris and Burgundy, near where some of this fascinating saga originated.

But what a story, filled with action, intrigue and a cast of characters that would do Tom Wolfe proud, creating a page-turner that would do Dan Brown proud. If that sounds like a novel, it might be because so many of the figures are either implausible or larger than life. Or both. But they’re all real, even if (alleged) fraud is at the heart of the story.

A, um, colorful character called Hardy Rodenstock enters the wine world with a splash, unearthing amazing juice that may or may not be what it appears. After he fetches $156,000 apiece for some bottles of 1780s Bordeaux that once purportedly belonged to an avid cork dork named Thomas Jefferson, suspicions arise.

With a great reporter’s knack, Wallace guides us through Jefferson’s 1787 European tour, Hardy’s Byzantine world of wine figures including Michael Broadbent and an investigation by one of the über-rich Koch brothers. With a great writer’s knack, he brings these figures, not to mention what could have been some drab science and social history, to vivid life.

Although what Wallace calls “the longest-running mystery in the modern wine world” was ostensibly settled in a 2006 lawsuits, this book raises provocative questions while entertaining and edifying us. (For starters, anyone who buys old wine after reading this caper might just have more dollars than sense.)

Will Smith has bought the rights to a film version, and it’s a safe bet that whoever ends up crafting a movie out of this won’t need to add any Hollywood flourishes or embellishments.

15
Jan
2012
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I would give everything I own

I had almost as much fun writing about David Gates as I did visiting with him at Ridge Vineyards. And as always when I’ve spent extensive time with a wine figure, a lot of good stuff got left out of the ensuing profile.

First off, I resisted the extremely strong urge to make a joke or two about Bread, the 1970s soft-pop band fronted by another dude named David Gates. Baby I’m-a want to do that, but I figured that it would go over a lot of readers’ heads and the rest of ’em would wad up their Taste section and heave it into the nearest circular file.

I also left out his affiliation with perhaps my favorite wine organization anywhere, the Historic Vineyard Society. This nonprofit is dedicated to spreading the word on the importance of keeping California’s oldest vineyards going.

Gates is joined by stellar vintners Mike Officer (Carlisle), Morgan Twain-Peterson (Bedrock) and Tegan Passalacqua (Turley), plus geologist Mike Dildine and the fabulous writer Jancis Robinson.

These guys are tracking down and compiling a directory of vineyards that were planted before 1961 with at least a third of the current vines traceable to that era. The vines at left are from Carlisle Vineyard.

As Twain-Peterson told Food & Wine magazine last year, “these vineyards are California’s treasures … But they’d be nowhere if they didn’t make very, very good juice.”

If someone’s got a more worthwhile cause (charity aside) for wine people to pursure, I’d love to hear about it.

15
Jan
2012
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Wines of the Week: Jan. 9-15

Everyday: I’m one of those people who likes rosé enough to drink it year-round. If more of the pink stuff was as delicious as the Michel Torino Calchaqui Valley Malbec Rosé 2011 ($13), everyone would be that way. There are gobs of lively, tasty cherry and strawberry flavors in this juicy delight. The mouthful is bright, the finish firm. Maybe it’s the high elevation: The grapes are grown at 1,700 meters (more than 5,500 feet), near where this winery also sources some yummy torrontés. Like most rosés, this one is seriously versatile at dinner, pairing with most any salad, vegetable or white-meat entree.

Occasion: Calling a wine “honest,” to me at least, means that it is true to its roots (literally) and shows no signs of the kind of additive/manipulation trickery that some of us like to call spoofulation. Year in and year out, Steltzner produces these kinds of wine, and the Steltzner Stags Leap Cabernet Sauvignon 2008 ($40) is a great example: hearty and just rich enough, spicy and dusty, supple on the palate and persistent on the finish. It was fabulous the other night with a peppery New York strip, but also would work with a burger or roasted winter vegetables in soup or solid form.

14
Jan
2012
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Easy as a pie chart (or bar chart, or …)

OK, two of the coolest fonts of information to cross my digital transom of late were easy-to understand (my favorite kind) charts.

The most recent came as part of a blog post headlined “The case for cheaper wine, in one chart.” Based on an article from the estimable academicians at the American Association of Wine Economists, it shows how each state ranks in wine consumption and traffic fatalities per capita.

Upshot: the more wine-centric a state’s alcohol consumers are, the fewer people who die in crashes. Makes sense to me, since wine drinkers tend more toward sipping than guzzling.

Earlier, the savvy folks at Minnesota wine wholesaler the Wine Company shared a swell graphic that broke down styles of Champagne (the ones from that region, although it works for all sparkling wines) along masculine/feminine flavor/texture/aroma lines. The Salon at left, for example, slots in at the feminine end.

This is a brilliant approach, I think, simple yet insightful and incisive. But of course I greatly admire anything that elucidates any aspect of the wine world for those of us trying to understand what it’s all about.

11
Jan
2012
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Chez Syrah/Shiraz

Minnesota is blessed with a lot of syrah weather, so it’s not a challenge to find fun people who like that grape as much as I do.

So a couple of times every winter, several of us gather and turn the Ward house into Chez Syrah/Shiraz, most recently on Saturday night. Here is what it looks like:

Yes, we have that much fun. And why not, with great people, fabulous food (Joe’s ridiculously swell cheese platter, my Pretty Damn Good Chili, Mark’s crab rangoon, baked goods from Dale & Reid and Brian’s Salty Tart treats), some serious ribbing of one another “” and of course the wines.

We’ve done this enough that we’ve sorta kinda figured out a few things. We used to just open a buttload of bottles and go at them voraciously. This time, we did really smart flights, none better than the first one: Beaucastel Chateauneuf-du-Pape 1990 and J.L. Chave Hermitage 2002. Sometimes old wines are just … old. Not these vibrant, balanced beauties.

We followed with a pair of 2005 Saxums (James Berry and Heart Stone, the latter, alas, slightly corked); a Pax-Carlisle throwdown (yum!) and a Down Under double-dip (Torbreck “The Struie” and Kaesler “Old Bastard,” both 2005) and sundry others, including a very nice Matello “Fool’s Journey” from, of all places, Willamette Valley.

At a certain point, my weary palate needed something bright and spritely, so I grabbed a Two Hands Moscato 2011 from the fridge, and we finished with another palate-cleanser, the Nicolas Joly Savennières “Les Vieux Clos” 2009, and a Noval Late Bottle Vintage Port 1997.

It’s highly unusual on a night such as this to have almost universally great wines (even the slightly corked Saxum was tasty). But what I took away more than anything “” besides the fact that I’m blessed with wonderful friends “” was that Australian wines are way better than they currently get credit for.

Another pal had recently shared a splendid Two Hands “Bella’s Garden” Shiraz, and I’ve been coming across some under-$20 Aussie reds that rock, most notably the Oscar’s Estate Shiraz. So I wasn’t surprised that’s Two Hands’ sweet white also filled the room with joy.

Last month I put in a plug for the Old Bastard, and I still have never had a bottle of that wine that didn’t make me giddy. I might not be able to afford much of that, but I am for sure going to be buying more Aussie wines in the next little while.

And hosting another syrah night in the very near future.