not drinking poison in paris

When vignerons ask me about my blog, I tend to become Mitt Romney. "It's a blog about ... wine in Paris," I'll affirm,...

The guiding principle of the Bro-gundy road trip my caviste friend J and I took last fall was thrift. It's like this with most of the ...

Years ago, at a fine-dining Italian restaurant where we both worked, I happened to ask a sommelier friend how he'd typify Meursault. At...

It was pretty early in the AM when J and I arrived at the cellars of Côte d'Or rising-star Vincent Dancer . I had been up late drinking...

J and I had one last appointment at the end of day two in Burgundy, at the tasting rooms of Meursault star François Mikulski , where we wer...

My friend / invaluable guide J and I had a question mark on our tasting schedule after leaving Domaine Alain Burguet in Gevrey. We'd b...

The classic Parisian defense of chaotic or miserable or under-exploited establishments insists that such places should be cherished for the...

Organic Chablis producers Alice and Olivier de Moor are pretty ubiquitous on the circuit of natural wine tastings I try to follow in Paris ...

... And now for the opening of a laudable venture that Paris actually needs: an elegantly simple coffee-geek café called Télescope , tucked...

Perhaps concerned that by opening Paris' most misleadingly-named wine bar last year, they might have managed to alienate bozos, goomba...

My caviste friend J had prepped me for my first jaunt through Burgundy by explaining that while the vignerons we know in the Loire and the ...

L'Ecailler du Bistrot , the seafood-slinging sister restaurant nextdoor to  Bistrot Paul Bert , shares many qualities with the latter l...

I get no end of quizzical looks from people actually working in  the wine industry here in France. Partly this is because, even after sever...

Anyone seeking some semblance of completion in this blog's list of recommended (or faintly-recommended) Paris natural wine spots would ...

I like towns small enough for things not to have names. The  Post Office, the  train station, the  wine bar. Probably not great for your Go...

Driving away from the monkishly spare cellars of Domaine Denis Bachelet , I joked to J that for M. Bachelet to raise neither his production...