Last year at at this time, I was still flying high (okay - mildly buzzed) off of the 2004 Tre Bicchieri event at the Puck Building. And so, I looked forward to this year's vino extravaganza with great anticipation. Once again, I brought my amiable side kick Kristin, the archaeologically-inclined beauty, who's love for Amarone holds no bounds. I've been known to down some mighty fine wine with Ms. Kristin and I had no doubt that we'd hold our own as we weaved our way through the throng of thirsty Slow Food members, trade and press.
The wine was delightful. A Bastianich Tocai was particularly memorable with its floral notes. A Tenuta J. Hofstatter A.A. Gerwurztraminer Kolbenhof and Pieropan Soave Classico were other notable whites.
Aah. The clinking of glasses. The murmer of over-ripe, over-stuffed oenephile discussion. Laughter. And, most importantly - gorgeous Italian accents belonging to gorgeous Italian men.
Kristin and I took a pit stop by a huge wheel of Grana Padano cheese and nibbled, while we flirted with a gent named Aldo from Verona. He gave us his card and insisted we visit and look him up.
We thought better of it and decided to look up some of the red offerings instead. A Tenuta Sant'Antonio Amarone della Valplicella Campo dei Gigli had Kristin swooning. Frankly, it was difficult for me to resist its charms too. And then there were Chiantis to taste, Brunellos, Barolos and even Cabernets.
Aah. Vino. Glorious vino. (And, heck the men weren't too bad either. Where did I put Aldo's number?)
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