Eat + Drink
Outside of Absinthe last Wednesday, I happened to run into Bourbon and Branch’s great bartender Jon Santer in a tux.
“What’s going on?” I asked him, shaking his hand. Just then I noticed the beautiful and finely dressed woman standing next to him.
“I just got married,” he told me.
“Today?” I gasped, incredulously.
Every so often, I like to write about what my wife—the wine director at Quince—drinks because it embarrasses her. Everyone thinks that because she works in the world of fine wine she must just sit around at home drinking fine white Burgundy, Bordeaux and cult Napa wines. And sometimes she does.
Other times, however, she goes lowbrow, as I captured in this picture. If you look closely at this photo, you’ll see that she’s holding a particular, blue-collar beer made in Milwaukee.
I love good bars, no matter what they do. After some readings at Litquake the other night, I went to the Lone Palm, where I hadn’t been in years.
I drank Boont Amber ale and watched the two hardworking bartendresses handle the crowd. Nothing particular about the drinks jumped out at me (except that it was cool to get Boont on tap), but I loved the energy and the conviviality of a great neighborhood bar. And that’s what’s really important.
Remember how rainy Friday night was? All I wanted to do was curl up with a cup of hot cocoa (like this one from Bittersweet) and have a Netflix night, but the Friends and Family opening party for Bin 38 was calling my name. I’m sure you’re thinking: As if SF needs another wine bar. But my motto is: The more, the merrier! Indeed, my spot in one of the nooks catching up with some friends over a Petit Syrah and Prosecco turned out to be the perfect escape from the bleak weather.
Baby Shower for a Sommelier
Normally I try to avoid baby showers. They tend to be rather staid affairs with tea, crumpets, and lots of baby clothes. Actually, they’re not that hard to avoid, since I never get invited. But recently I did, and it was one I wasn’t going to miss: the baby shower for Paul Roberts, wine director for all of Thomas Keller’s restaurants, including the French Laundry and Per Se.
Last week I had a tasting and dinner at Frisson with Charles Braastad of the esteemed Cognac House Delamain. Braastad is half Norwegian, though he’s lived his whole life in France, and his family still owns Delamain. A tall, thin and handsome man, he seems a bit stiff and formal at first, but quickly reveals his lively sense of humor and native charm.
Anyway, Delamain is one of the smaller houses in Cognac to achieve such worldwide acclaim. Their style is fine, elegant and balanced. The various bottlings wow you with finesse and complexity—not with power, fruit and oaky richness.
By root on October 22, 2007 9:26 AM
It's that time of year...
Photo courtesy of Stan Grossfeld/Boston Globe
I’m quite certain that I’m the only person on our editorial staff who cares about baseball. My boss thinks I’m joking when I say I might have to move around my schedule in order to catch some of the upcoming Red Sox v. Rockies World Series. I know, I know, we’ve got a magazine to put out—but hello! Red Sox in the Series?! Where’s the nearest big screen?