Or is it Shabbat Shalom? You'd think I'd remember this after 40 years with a Jewish girlfriend / wife / male "roommate" / companion. Shows you how much I pay attention. (Oh. <--Shabbat Shalom it is.)
Anyhow, a couple of little things before I gear myself up to write something really coherent tomorrow. That post will be about the Wines of Portugal tasting I went to yesterday at Chelsea Piers. (The photo shows the 2006 tasting.)
But first to digress back to the main point. (?) Everyone seems to love Portugese wines these days, and it's easy to see why. They've improved immensely in quality and variety and their prices are ridiculously low. Fantastic bargains for consumers. Even better, I think, for restaurateurs who don't let distributors write their wine lists. (A pet peeve of mine. You can see those shitty lists all over the place, even in otherwise decent eateries in Manhattan.) And there seems to be a revolution stirring in stodgy old Port country.
Don't worry. There'll always be an England. Which is to say Port isn't going anywhere. It's just changing with the times, and high time too.
Other Tidbits aka More Stupid Stuff from Terence
*** The lovely Egle Armani is coming to New York on Sunday. Representing the family firm named for her husband, Albino -- hence Azienda Agricola Albino Armani -- she is gracing our shores to sell wine and practice her English (which is pretty good, by the way). I have a real treat in store for her -- dinner at Falai -- if her importer gives her a little time off for good behavior. I've written about the Armanis' wines a number of times, most recently the vertical of foja tonda. This time I'll take pictures of Egle.
Egle from the azienda's web site - they've named a wine for her, as well they should
By the way, there have been a lot of searches for Albino Armani, too. Mostly from northern Europe but some from really outlandish places like the Yukon and flat cold places in the middle of the USA.
This is Albino Armani:
*** In a woeful act of lèse-majesté, I forgot to credit Eric Asimov for inspiring my recent post on music and wine memory. Doubly woeful because I have always liked his taste in music -- blues and other cool stuff -- as much as his taste in wine. He's not the sort of prima donna winewriter who'd take offence at such an oversight. Still I'm sorry for it.
As Adam told the Lord in the cool of the evening, "My bad."
And for the Lievomaniacs...
*** Liev Schreiber searches are still a big contribution to site traffic here. Liev pictures, that is, especially the one with him as Macbeth in his wifebeater. What's interesting is that the searches are coming from all sorts of countries -- all over Europe, Mexico, China, Iran -- and many of them from universities. Liev Schreiber, campus heartthrob. Well, he's less of a wiener than DiCaprio. And a lot taller -- 6' 3" (1.91 m). (People search that too.)
So OK, fans, here's Liev Schreiber in his bloody underwear yet again. To quote the Kinks, "Give the / People / What they / Want!"
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