Word: grigio
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...happened with wine. Fifty years ago, Americans didn't drink any wine. Then they discovered European wines. Then people started trying to make wine in California. Now people know American wine and European wine and they're starting to learn about grapes, like the difference between Merlot and pinot grigio. I think that will happen with cheese. I also think we'll see a lot more American-made cheeses from specific producers. That, to me, is the next big wave. We finally discovered wine, but cheese is about 20 years behind...
...plate of clean, raw oysters at Dickie Brennan's Bourbon House (144 Bourbon Street; 504-522-0111). Then my man discovered that you could also get oysters with caviar on top, so we ordered a half-dozen of those too, paired with a crisp, cold glass of pinot grigio. I've never enjoyed a meal more. That is, until later that evening, when we went to Acme Oyster House (724 Iberville Street; 504-522-5973) and tried them chargrilled and covered in cheese...
...apparently sell some truly disgusting wine: six of the bottles I tried with a dozen friends were unanimously deemed "undrinkable." But 11 of them were quite good, and while all the expected states made this list (California, Oregon, Washington, New York, Michigan and Texas), so did a pinot grigio from Delaware, a white from Kentucky, a muscat from New Hampshire, a cabernet from Colorado and a chardonnay from North Carolina. Of the remaining wines, 21 were pretty decent and 12 were bad. In general, the wines were better than I predicted, given the newness of many operations...
...hand at parallel parking. I decided it wasn’t my finest work—seeing as my car was perpendicular to the curb. She didn’t seem to agree.She leaned over to congratulate me, and I caught the faintest hint of cheap Pinot Grigio on her breath. My assessment of her sobriety was quickly confirmed as she took a dive out the passenger side of the car, landing face down in a snow bank.My mom, standing on the curb, looked horrified. I gave her the thumbs up.Back at home, I found myself smiling...
Back when wine was an elitist beverage, those dusty bottles labeled with geographic descriptors and family emblems made sense. But the rigmarole we go through in order to wash down our KFC with some pinot grigio makes about as much sense as decanting a Red Bull. So winemakers are now putting their goods in juice boxes, aluminum cans like Sofia Coppola's super-hip champagne, which comes with a straw, and--in the latest packaging innovation--plastic bottles. By Mardi Gras, someone will undoubtedly be selling an oenophile's version of those drinking helmets with dual bottle holders and straws...