In Drink, Food on August 24, 2010 at 8:51 am
Over Bastille Day, my sister, Claire, was in France for the wedding of her oldest and dearest friend. The party started in Paris and then moved to the groom’s family’s chateau on the water in Normandy. While in Paris, my sister struck up a friendship with the owner of a wine shop in the Marais. She asked him for a recommendation that would go with her favorite pasta dish—Clams in Spicy Pernod Sauce with Linguine, Mr. Foodinista’s specialty—and one that we couldn’t find in the states. His answer was a 2008 Domaine des Anges Côtes du Ventoux ‘L’Archange.’ It’s a rich, honeyed Rousanne balanced by crisp notes of lime and lovely nutty flavors. Once back on US soil, Mr. Foodinista obliged with the clams…
And Claire’s ami at the wine shop was right. The richness of the wine was nothing short of heavenly with the spice of the red pepper flakes and Pernod in the sauce. Good to the last drop. Who’s going to Paris and can sneak a bottle back?
In Drink, Food on March 22, 2010 at 7:39 am
While traveling in the Languedoc last week, I ate a LOT of cheese. The region produces mostly Roquefort, goat and Tommes. After almost every lunch and dinner, we were served a cheese course, like the one above featuring a disc of perfectly tangy goat with the Languedoc cross in ash. And every time, we were offered a glass of white wine to pair with the cheese, even with Roquefort. When one of my companions asked for red with her Roquefort, our host seemed genuinely confused. In fact, white wine is almost always a better pairing with cheese as it doesn’t overpower more delicate cheeses and provides a crisp counterpoint to rich and salty flavors. My favorite pairing was a slightly sweet muscat with Roquefort but I also loved the acidic and fruity white wines of the region paired with goat cheese.
In Out of Town on March 18, 2010 at 10:24 pm
Let me preface this post by saying that my colleagues and I refer to what follows as an entry on the “wall of woes.” Among my favorite previous wall of woes from colleagues include It was the worst $600 lunch of my life, Why is secondi always so disappointing? and Spago, again? So here’s my latest entry: I’ve been holed up in a b&b in La Clape for the past 24 hours after wretched food poisoning from a Michelin one star. Last night Madame D brought me down a little tray of toast, beurre and proprietary honey along with a cup of chamomile tea. I’ve been sleeping it off in this cozy bed, beneath a blue wooden ceiling with dolphins stenciled on the walls:
It didn’t hurt that when I finally emerged for some fresh air this morning, I opened the French doors to this:
I’ve learned that food poisoning isn’t any more pleasant in France, even at the hands of Michelin chef. But there are worse places to recuperate, and I’ll be sad to leave my petite chambre today: