India is an immense country where the number of potential viticultural regions dwarfs that of most wine-producing countries. The operative word is “potential,” because based on the sample I tasted last night, they should hold off on that whole “wine for export” thing. We saw a bottle of Indian Shiraz Continue reading “Indian Wine: Burnt Tire Really is A Flavor”
Real Neapolitan pizza? Yes. Yes! That’s all that is important. Oh, the other stuff is fine. Nice gelato, the espresso is good (the machine is obviously cleaned occasionally), and the sides are good. But there is no reason to eat at this place other than the pizza. Continue reading “A Mano — Ridgewood, New Jersey”
I hate rushing for dinner, but because of the ineptitude of the Canada Border Services Agency, we spent a not-terribly-interesting 100 minutes sitting in line at the border. Yes, that is one hour and forty minutes. And the worst part was Continue reading “Liverpool House — Montreal, Canada”
My lovely wife and I recently spent a long weekend in Montreal which, in case you haven’t been following geo-politics, is still in Canada. My Canadian food experience has been limited to drinking Molson beer and eating very good oysters from New Brunswick (I think). But that is going to change, Continue reading “Montreal: Wow!”
I ate three cheeses on Saturday night. The first was a lovely hard cheese that reminded me of Campo de Montalban or Zamorano — nutty and rich, with a great texture. Wonderful stuff.
And then everything came crashing down Continue reading “A Cheese Catastrophe”