What this country needs is a good five hundred American affineurs!
Affi-whut?
Hey, I’m just back from France…where I am always gastronomically programmed to seek out three things that are absolutely unparalleled:
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On my March trip to the great eating city of Hong Kong, one of the most delicious themes that emerged was restaurants devoted to different kinds of “pots”…hot pots and clay pots, to be precise.
Hot pots first. I have a pretty long familiarity with the Chinese hot pot concept. The origins actually stretch back 1,000 years to Mongolia, food historians tell us, with beef, mutton and horse in bite-size pieces being cooked last-minute in steaming pots.
Riesling, Riesling: Why Do I Love Thee?
There is NOOOO doubt whatsoever, not a shred: my favorite white wine grape in the world is Riesling. Furthermore, my favorite white wine in the world is dry Riesling, preferably from Germany. Dry Riesling! Dry Riesling! And thereby hangs an American tragedy…
For we Yanks…going back to our experience with the cheap German imports that flooded our market post-World-War-II…have typically sneered at the concept of Riesling.
THE REAL EATS OF HONG KONG: My March Trip Yields this Exciting Six-Part Series
I had the great good fortune in March of touring Hong Kong for almost a week, led by people who really know the city—and, most important, people who were entirely willing to believe me when I said I wanted to eat like a Cantonese person! Usually, my hosts anywhere will say “yes” to the local question—and then proceed to serve me the things they think “Americans” will like. Not these Hong Kong guys!
Three-Star Food in Napa Valley: Locavore to the Core
I recently spent a thoroughly beguiling three nights at The Meadowood Resort on the Silverado Trail in Napa Valley; really and truly, if you’re planning a Napa fantasy, you should most definitely book one of their mountainside cottages as your accommodation. The luxury, the pampering, the comfort…not to mention the fact that you feel so strongly that you are in a rural place.
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