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Some swell noshing and sipping

Tuesday, January 22nd, 2008

If the traffic over the last few evenings is any indication, a lot of folks are having, or seeking,  some fun nights out despite the frigid temperatures.

Wine and food lovers need look no further than two local groups that meet regularly on weeknights. The TC-Uncorked folks’ monthly event, slated for 6:30 p.m. Wednesday at Solera, is themed  “Hot Spanish Nights.”  At $28, it’s a non-spendy chance to get a meal’s worth of victuals and vino. Tickets will not be available at the door but can be purchased here.

Meanwhile, the seriously fun Sample Circuit gang is back with a couple of events before taking a hiatus until March. They’ll gather at two wonderful venues, Toast Wine Bar & Café on Jan. 29 and Vincent – A Restaurant on Feb. 5. Both events are $38.99 and afford a great chance to sample a lot of the eateries’ signature dishes and  some tasty juice. For tickets, go here; to read more on this group go here.

Causes and effectiveness

Friday, January 18th, 2008

I love truly great wine. I buy a good bit of it. But not the cult cabs, first-growth Bordeaux and other $200-plus-per-bottle stuff.

It’s all about the money — but not in the way you would assume. I can’t afford to plunk down the bucks for much top-of-the-line Montrachet, at least until my proposed wine-blogging expense account gets approved. (Hey, what’s the holdup with that anyway, Boss? Boss? Hello??). But I’m not shy about spending on wine, as my wife and Northwest Airlines could attest (over the years, I’d guesstimate that I’ve earned at least one free flight via Wolrdperks Visa wine purchaese).

Screaming Eagle and Chateau Lafite-Rothschild aren’t just charging too much for my budget. They’re charging too much, period, shifting the focus to filthy lucre and hoity-toity status. In the process they’re draining wine of the fun that brought most of us to it in the first place. Not to mention that high prices skew our perceptions, if a recent study is to be believed.

On the other hand, most of the winery owners, growers and winemakers I’ve encountered over the years are either very good actors or truly seem to be in the biz for primarily non-monetary reasons. A passion for wine. A new journey. The incredible lifestyle that any visitor to Wine Country quickly comes to envy.

They want to make money, of course. They’re not Commies, even if some of them haven’t completely left the hippie era behind. But by and large these folks consider it a great fortune just to be in the wine world; amassing that other kind of great fortune is gravy.

So they give back. Charity events abound in Napa and most other winegrowing regions. Hundreds of wineries send some of their profits into causes ranging from scholarships to disaster relief

Sometimes it’s literally a pet cause: Kent Rosenblum, the subject of my Jan. 24 Liquid Assets column, is a practicing veterinarian, and some proceeds from his red and white Chateau La Paws blend go to national animal charities.

A noteworthy recent addition to this trend is a wine that bears its cause on its label. Three Alarms Cellar funnels funds to the Alisa Ann Ruch Burn Foundation, whose mission is enhancing the lives of burn survicors and promoting burn prevention.

Three Alarms makes two wines, both blends. The white is pleasant, a sweet tart of a wine. The red is a treat for those who like extracted California wines, with a whole lotta C’s in oits flavor profile — currant, chocolate and cola — but surprising smoothness for its price point.

And at $6-$8 a bottle (available at South Lyndale, Sutler’s and other metro-area stores), these are good buys, never mind the good cause.

Just Duck-y

Thursday, January 10th, 2008

Going to public wine tastings is great — especially for discovering tasty, inexpensive wines that might end up serving two purposes: as a weeknight option for yourself and a nice “gift wine” to bring to a dinner-party host.

But they don’t pour all that much of the spendier stuff at these events. So even for those of us who have attended tastings for a long time, there are some wines that we’ve always heard good things about but never bought because they were too expensive to purchase without being more certain about their quality.

One of those wines was Duckhorn merlot, which has always had a steep tariff (current retail price: $52). Now I’m not one of those merlot-bashers like Miles in “Sideways.” But for that kind of money, I’ve always had more confidence in Napa cabs and Russian River pinots and Rhone reds. Plus, a lot of the lower-priced merlots out there have been pure plonk.

But I have had some mighty fine merlots in recent years, and last February I tasted some seriously swell higher-priced merlots at a couple of wineries on Napa’s Spring Mountain, Robert Keenan and Barnett. And recently I was sent a bottle of the 2005 Duckhorn as a tasting sample (have I mentioned that this job rules?!?)

I was actually excited about getting a merlot, in part because I have come to really respect the Duckhorn operation. Its cab-zinfandel blend called Paraduxx is flat-out yummy, and I also recently learned that for a long time now, Duckhorn has been using grapes grown by the estimable Chris Madrigal.

I was anxious to open the bottle, but I let it settle for a couple of weeks after shipment and uncorked it the other night to pair with a dry-aged Porterhouse. Not only did the Duckhorn rock with the peppery grilled beef, it held its own with the dark chocolate bars at dessert time.

Rich and supple, laden with currant and plum flavors, the wine pulled off the unusual combo of being smoky and smooth. While relishing every sip, I couldn’t help but kick myself a bit. To paraphrase the proverbial bride on her wedding night: “Aren’t you sorry you waited?”

Fine dining and wining

Tuesday, January 8th, 2008

Some of my most memorable wine experiences at restaurants in 2007 came in pairs:

Napa, indoors and out: A superb meal at Terra in St. Helena was enhanced mightily by two  white wines: a glass of what might be America’s best sauvignon blanc, the lush and lovely Araujo, and a 350-ml. flask of an extraordinarily complex Condrieu, Cavede Chante-Perdrix. A trip to Napa without a meal at Terra (www.terrarestaurant.com) would be almost as dunderheaded as passing on a shot at either of those hard-to-find wines.

The only downside to that evening was that I was dining alone. But I had indelible memories from a picnic two days earlier at Rutherford Hill Winery (www.rutherfordhill.com). Yummerific noshes from Dean & Deluca and the Oakville Grocery were accompanied by a tasty sangiovese and lovely rose’ from the winery.

Even better were the setting, a hillside olive grove, and the view of the Napa Valley 200 feet below. Best of all was the company: my wife Sandy, her son Fred, his wife Karen and their impossibly adorable 3-year-old daughter, Zuzu Evangeline Gehrman-McCord, frolicking and beaming throughout the sun-dappled afternoon. Sheer perfection.

Culinary meccas, enhanced: I was fortunate enough in 2007 to get to two restaurants at the top of my national wish list. (And that’s despite passing on a late-breaking opportunity to dine at the French Laundry, on the day we already had made the Rutherford Hill plans; my consolation prize was enough brownie points to last a lifetime.)

Spectacular wines complemented both meals. A bone-chillingly clean, crisp Marco Felluga Molamatta from Friuli played beautifully with the frico, flan, pork and risotto at Frasca in Boulder, Colo., perhaps the most buzz-laden Italian restaurant in the land (www.frascafoodandwine.com).

And a lusty, rustic George pinot noir from the Russian River was a rapturous match for Wylie Dufresne’s inventive, playful flavor combos at New York’s WD-50. The Wagyu flat-iron steak with coffee-coated gnocchi and coconut cream (!) was a dish for the ages (www.wd-50.com).

Viva Italia vintners: Thanks to Larry Colbeck at the Wine Company and Annette Peters at World Class Wines, Sandy and I had two molto benne evenings with Italian winemakers.

At Al Vento, the sophisticated Patrizia Felluga beguiled us with her charm, class and Zuani wines, also from Friuli (she’s Marco Felluga’s daughter). At I Nonni, the dashing, passionate Stefano Inama wowed us with his Soave Classico and his exuberant, opinionated takes on wines in general and Italian practices in general.

Grazie, Larry and Annette! And may we meet again on your home turf, Patrizia and Stefano!

Dishing it out

Thursday, January 3rd, 2008

OK, in typical fashion, I’m going to take a bass-ackwards approach to starting up this puppy: The first post looks ahead to 2008, while the second will peek back at 2007.

Eating out always has been and always should be a treat. But for wine lovers, there are pitfalls galore, starting, of course, with the prices (so of course this missive will finish with that). Here’s my wish list for wines at local restaurants in the coming year:

More focus: Too many eateries have massive wine lists. There’s nothing wrong with multi-course, haute-cuisine restaurants such as La Belle Vie boasting a hefty inventory, especially when it’s as food-friendly as Bill Summerville’s is. But having a lot of options is not always a good thing.

First of all, wading through dozens of chardonnays and cabernets can be both a time drain and a distraction to anyone who’s actually at a restaurant to be with friends. Worse, such lists all too often feel slapped together (and not always by an employee; the hand of distributors can be seen at many spots).

It’s vastly preferable to have a shorter, more thoughtful list, something that shows the vision of a manager or chef who is passionate about the kismet that the wine-food combo can offer. Jim Reininger at Restaurant Alma, Mega Hoehn at Heartland and Victoria Levy at Lucia’s are among the best in town at eschewing quantity for quality and value in their laser-honed wine lists.

Arguably the best kind of eating-out experience is being able to put oneself in the hands of a gifted chef, to know that unconditional trust in what he or she is doing is almost certain to be rewarded. That should happen more often with wine lists as well.

Don’t pour it on: One of the great wonders of wine-drinking is the way a 4- or 6-ounce pour can evolve as one slowly savors it. One doesn’t have to be a scientist to understand or appreciate the way a wine can “open up” or otherwise develop in the glass.

So why do all too many waitpersons pop by and splash more juice into the glass without first asking if that’s what the customer desires? That’s a semi-rhetorical question, by the way, as the purpose all too often is to empty out that first bottle and get customers going on a second.

It’s not like there’s a shortage of questions that a restaurant staff throws our way these days, with “Are we finished with that?” and “Do you need change?” being the most egregious. Can they not simply incorporate a query that a wine drinker would actually find relevant, asking at the outset if the folks at the table prefer to do their own subsequent pouring?

Not half-bad: Many Minnesotans don’t know that it’s OK to cap an unfinished bottle at a restaurant and tote it home (preferably in the trunk, in case you have an encounter with the local constabulary). But there’s wildly varying quality in wines on the second or third day after they were opened.

That’s not the only reason half-bottles of wine (375 ml., or about two glasses) are such a swell idea at restaurants. They’re ideal for eating alone, of course, or when there’s just one wine-drinker at the table, or when different diners want different varietals, or when a certain wine might rock with one course but not with the next, or when … well, you get the idea.

Half-bottles are popping up at more and more dining establishments, and some, such as Il Vesco Vino in St. Paul, are serving mini-carafes in 250- and 500-ml. portions. Kudos on that front.

And by the way, customers have no right to squawk about paying more than 50 percent of a full bottle’s price. It costs the wineries more to make these little guys, and a restaurant has every right to pass that along. On the other hand …

Time for a markdown: Michael Pollan and others have made the case that our food prices are artificially low, thanks to government subsidies and other machinations, far more eloquently than I ever could. But a case could be made that restaurants are the worst offenders. Over and over, we hear that these establishments have little or no margin on food, that they make virtually all their profits on wine and other beverages.

Not to put too fine a point on it, but operating that way is just wrong. Yes, restaurants have storage costs that legitimately nudge up the price of wine. But 10-percent markups on the food and 200-plus-percent markups on wine and other spirits make for an indefensible formula.

And all too often, when folks encounter these ridiculous tariffs on wine, their anger or disgust is directed more at wine in general than at the system that makes the prices untenable. (A more logical response would be the way I felt about the restaurant, rather than tea-leaf growers, when I was dunned $4 for iced tea at a certain high-ceilinged, Art Moderne-laden downtown-Minneapolis eatery last summer.)

I’m not saying restaurants should have the exact same profit margins on victuals and vino, just that they should move a lot closer to the semi-free-market capitalism we get in groceries and wine stores. In the meantime, any place that’s marking up wines 200-plus percent over retail (which is well over 200 percent of what they’re paying) should take no umbrage whatsoever when customers want to bring their own wine.

Bill Ward’s column “Liquid Assets” appears in the Taste section every Thursday.