Epicurus would not have given a damn about “how to cook your Thanksgiving turkey like a Peking duck.” He would have found the prices and boasting vulgar if he could see the menu (95 euros for macaroni stuffed with truffles and duck foie gras) at Epicure restaurant in Paris. He
How’s this for a tasting note? “Cherry, roasted cashew, baked apple, and chocolate.” Or this: “Toasted nuts, caramel, milk chocolate and tobacco.” The first is difficult to place. The second sounds like a modern Bordeaux with about ten or fifteen years of age. But we’re not talking about wine. We’re
It's that time of year again. This week we will be running our favorite articles from Palate Press staff writers. Evan Dawson's always insightful wine writing for Palate Press often covers the Rhône and here he revisits the "old vines make better wines" marketing trope. On a 97-degree day in France’s Northern Rhône Valley, I
The Vintners of this Northern Rhône Appellation Fear the Kind of Development that Could Threaten its Vineyards The last thing you notice is the quiet. The first thing you notice is the hillside of vines diving below you. You’re surprised. This is Chablis, not Côte-Rôtie. The hills are supposed to
On a 97-degree day in France’s Northern Rhône Valley, I was standing at the top of a vertiginous parcel of vines with a chain-smoking winemaker. There wasn’t a single part of Laurent Courbis that seemed coached or “media-trained” or careful. He was the picture of authenticity. And then he said
The best wine writers are willing to offend if it means telling the truth. That’s easier said than done. When a writer publishes an article or a book that is likely to offend the producers that he or she covers, that can make future work more difficult. Doors close. Phone
But is it a door, or just a window? Modern winemaking can do all kinds of neat tricks. Soften the tannins and make even Barolo more approachable in its relative youth? We can do that. Manipulate the acids to save a white wine that would otherwise taste like an electric
Let me get this straight: Budweiser bashes craft beer lovers as “fussy,” then Budweiser boasts of their own “beechwood aging.” Feels like it’s 2005 again, and I’m listening to Pope Benedict loudly oppose gay relationships while wearing faaaaaaabulous red Prada shoes. Fortunately for us, there’s a new Pope, and a