Robert Parker, Gary Vaynerchuk, and Nicolas Joly walk into a bar. The bartender looks up and says, “What is this, some kind of joke?” • • • Wine journalists Mike Dunne and Andrew Jefford love a good joke. But they’re not finding much to laugh about these days. Both men
There is a small fraternity of bottles that have, over the years, ebbed and flowed as my family’s house wine. They’re mostly red—Côtes du Rhône, Vacqueyras, Barbera, Valpolicella—plus a little white and rosé. All are under $20, and even cheaper by the case. These are table wines, drunk with meals
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I know a few people who don’t drink red wine, and a few who don’t drink white. But I don’t know anyone who doesn’t drink sparkling. Maybe that’s because sparkling wine isn’t just a beverage, it’s a drop of luxury in a glass, a high-spirited companion to our celebrations, a
Comfort food. It's polenta and pasta, roast beef and beef stew, pot pie and Shepherd’s pie and macaroni and cheese. It’s hamburgers, French fries, and toasted cheese sandwiches. It’s Chinese takeout and sushi and Chili con Carne; Osso Buco, Braised Short Ribs, and Fish and Chips. And, of course, bacon.
I recently polled a few friends to get their quick take on Austrian reds. Replies ranged from “Yum!” to “Huh?”—but heavily weighted toward the latter. True, Austria’s better known for crisp whites like Grüner Veltliner, but red grapes are grown everywhere, too, and make up a third of vineyard plantings.
There’s a crunch of leaves underfoot and a tinge of wood smoke in the air. Monarch butterflies, little jags of flame, meander in a big cerulean sky. Fall’s upon us here in New England. Gone are the high summer patio days that found me grilling quick suppers at 8:30 p.m.
If you open more than a few bottles of wine per week, it’s probably already too late. No, I’m not talking about your health or your sanity, but about your kitchen drawers. They're likely choked with wine paraphernalia—gizmos to open wine and to serve it, to pour it and store