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: wine review
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,…
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…
Rain, Raisins And Retrospect: Klein Constantia’s Battle To Hold On To The Past
“This would be impressive, really, if you could see any of it.” We’re driving through a winding, makeshift “road” of mud and ditches in the hills of Constantia. I’m wincing in sciatic pain with every bump, which come approximately forty nanoseconds apart courtesy of the damage done by a South African winter of intense rainfall…