The food scene in my adopted hometown of Philadelphia is, in a word, insane. As in, insanely good; seriously, if you have a bad meal in Philly it means that you’re either dumb, unlucky, or maybe both. I recently had a bromantic rendezvous at one of the places that has given rise to Philly’s vaulted…
Category: kick-ass wines
What We Drank To Protest Pennsylvanian Puritanism
I live in one of the most puritanically backward states in the Union. I know, this should’ve dawned on me some time ago, but I never said I was quick study. It took hosting our hairdresser and his boyfriend for dinner to make me fully realize how ass-backward PA really is. [ Editor’s note: Yes,…
Chenin Blanc, By The Numbers (Stellenrust Recent Releases)
Make your way through the typically-wine-country picturesque town of Stellenbosch in South Africa, pass by the nigh-unpronounceable Blaauwklippen and Paradyskloof (I gave up on trying those tongue-twisters, personally), and you’ll find yourself at a gorgeous mountain-studded spot – Stellenrust – where they number their Chenin Blanc. But then, you’d probably expect a numerical focus from…
What We Drank With The Greeks (When I Had No Greek Wine)
1,200 bottles of samples in the basement, and not one Greek wine among them. What. The. HELL?!!? This would happen to me, since I was on the hook for bringing wine to a family dinner date with our neighbors, the Voutsakis clan, who you will have already suspected by reading their name are Greek and…