not drinking poison in paris

It's hard not to have strong reactions to the dense, craggy wines of northern Sardinian estate Tenute Dettori . My own feelings are...

Florence is the only place I've ever been pickpocketed. As a friend and I snacked on one of the support columns of the Ponte Santa ...

It's a travel truism that the more friends one travels with, the less one sees. Monuments, museums, and moments of local colour rush...

Florence, owing to its peerless artistic heritage of glorious renaissance treasures, is a good place to get suckered on industrial wine...

Before we caught our train down to Florence, we took a very early lunch at a restaurant one of my friends had booked, Antica Trattor...

Seeking to wring every last drink out of my brief stay in Milan, I arranged to meet my friend and host M for last call at Bar Basso , a ...

My visit to Milan this past spring was so cursory that it should not reflect poorly upon the city's dining scene if I say that my ...

As I poked around Peck I tried to take a couple pics. Got scolded. Apparently Peck - an historical Milanese fine food emporium - is as ...

When I met my friend M for lunch in Milan en route to our friend's wedding in Florence, I became immediately distracted by a wine I...

A.K.A. The other Carema, the one not made by Luigi Ferrando . My friends and I were passing one more night in Switzerland on our way back...

On our last night in Monforte, my friends and I revisited Case della Saracca , with the aim of drinking something we hadn't had much of...

After tasting the extremely ethereal Barbarescos of Cascina delle Rose with estate owner Giovanna Rizzioli, we followed her recommendation...

In principal, one goal of anyone making wine naturally - organic, biodynamic, or anywhere in between - is heightened expression of terroir....

Between towns of Barolo and La Morra on the via San Pietro, there's a few picnic tables and a water fountain at a rest station named fo...

Throughout the recent trip to Piedmont, the Native Companion and my friend J's wife C would ask us before each scheduled visit to a vig...

I'm trying to remember where it was I first saw the enormous, old-school Italo-swag menu of Trattoria della Posta , a restaurant renow...

I'm not often told I should be more critical. At times however I do sense that in covering winemakers on this blog I tend to be a bit p...

The great wines of Piedmont are a popular counter-argument to the concept of natural wine. As much as wine geeks like myself might advocate...

Midway through our stay in Piedmont I was delighted to add Monforte d'Alba to my list of towns home to better wine bars than Paris. On ...

J and I pulled up in his in-laws' Audi at Azienda Agricola Bovio at what we were pretty sure was the agreed-upon time. There had been ...