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Don’t mind if I do. Now if I can just fit in my bikini…

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My brother and I rolled into Peconic, NY, yesterday to our wee getaway house on the North Fork of Long Island.  After getting the recommendation from Mike Mraz at the North Fork Table and Inn, we hit up the Southold Fish Market and began our grill brigade.

Above is a picture of Phase 1: Scallop, Shrimp and Striped Bass attack, fully supported by the skilled armaments of the Fritz Briem Grodziskie.  (Phase 2 happened after dark and basically involved a long barrage of everything from Scallions to Romaine to Peaches hitting the flames—neighbors described it as “unending” and “relentless”).

All in all, char was sought, and char was savored and conquered.

The Gifts for Baby Cadel

Our friends, Greg Gallagher and Melissa Jernigan, headed west a few months ago to search out their brewing dreams.  They ended up in Russian River, California, and now are spreading the beer gospel with their colleagues at Ruth McGowan’s Brewpub.

Last week, they came into town and made a bee-line to our place to meet our little guy for the first time.  They came bearing gifts of frankincense, myrrh, and Brettanomyces.  And joining for the pilgrimage were hop stalwarts, Jonathan and Lauren Moxey, who also contributed to the liquid cornucopia, as well as brought another stylish hat knitted by Lauren’s able hands.

But we got greedy, and instead of presenting the gifts to Cadel for future consumption, we gave him some pureed carrots and gulped down his beers right in front of him.  (I may be wrong, but I’m guessing the Fou Foune may have been his favorite…but we’ll never know…)

From left to right in pic above

  • Bluepoint, Hoptical Illusion IPA, New York  (6.8% abv)
  • Perennial Artisan Ales, Hommel Bier, Missouri  (5.9% abv)
  • Cantillon, Fou’ Foune (Lambic with Apricots), Belgium  (5.0% abv)
  • Russian River and Sierra Nevada, Brux Domesticated Wild Ale, California  (8.3% abv)
  • Captain Lawrence, Freshchester Pale Ale, New York  (5.6% abv)
  • Ruth McGowan’s Brewpub, Floyd India Pale Ale, California  (6.7% abv)

 

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Bonny Doon, Riesling to Live, Ca’ del Solo Estate Sparkling Wine, Monterey, 2006

Fermented to dry in stainless steel before tirage bottling in methode champenoise style, then aged on lees for 30 months.

No dosage, so it is beautifully crisp and just what I need to weather the muggy, oppressive, and entirely unloved blanket that has enveloped NYC.

Sancerre (100% Sauvignon Blanc), La Grande Côte, François Cotat, 2010, Loire Valley

Tweeted this on 4.7.11: “Stopped for lunch in Sancerre on the way to Burgundy. Never thought I’d say that before.”

Sancerre.  Its one of those french words that just rolls off the tongue.  Everyone loves to say it.

Just like “Chardonnay,” there is no confusion how to pronounce it…and, therefore, all Americans love it.  Even old Uncle Earl can sound sophisticated when he asks for the sommelier to come to the table and barks, “give us a damn bottle of Sancerre. No scrimping.  Best in the house.”

Well, recently, I got to try one of the best Sancerres on our list.  In fact, you plop this baby down in any wine cellar in the world, and it will still be one of the best Sancerres on the list.  For François Cotat, as well as his brother, Paul Cotat, are top producers in the area.

Last year, on my wife and I’s dream jaunt through Europe, I pulled the Peugeot over and we stopped for lunch in Sancerre.  A sleepy little village on a hilltop, we had to circle a windy road to climb to the city center.  There at the top of the hill, a tiny town square sat frozen in time.  It didn’t matter what we ate, only what we drank.   And to drink Sancerre in Sancerre was surreal…and never mind the fact I almost threw our wee vehicle off a cliff while gawking at some vines like a possessed idiot on the way down.  But back to this wine…

Beginning with the nose, it is truly unlike any Sancerre you’re familiar with (by AOC law, all Sancerres must be 100% Sauvignon Blanc).  Intensely aromatic, with notes of lemon curd, acetone and river rocks rising from the glass like an unknown perfume.  On the palate, it has a viscous body and a rich mouthfeel, with an acidity that is momentarily delayed, and then quickly washes over the palate in a flood.  Closer to a Chenin Blanc than a Sauvignon Blanc, its a big white.  Intriguing and captivating, its downright delicious.

You ain’t quaffing this one down spritzer-style.  She simply won’t let you.

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Your prayers have been answered, fireball lovers.

Lez Zeppelin

In 6 days, The Jewel sets sail on the East River.  Its destination?  Pure, acid-pounding bliss.  Its fuel to get you there?  Riesling, and the downright f’in most rocking line-up of music that wise old waterway has ever seen.

Ladies and gentlemen, we, your rambunctious crew of merry making ambassadors from Hearth & Terroir, are proud to announce the second annual 2012 Summer of Riesling Concert Cruise, with music by Lez Zeppelin (the all-female tribute act that performs the music of Led Zeppelin) and The Dead Exs.

The Dead Exs

 

As part of the 31 Days of German Riesling, we’re honoring the homeland of this fine grape, by loading aboard crates of the finest juice we can find, 300 of our most fervent fans, and enough music gear to rip a hole through the Earth’s tectonic plates.  Thor’s hammer has got nothing on the pulse of raw energy that will be emitted from NY harbor this coming Tuesday.

So, join us aboard the vessel, come thirsty, and come hungry.  Come ready to rock in the light of Lady Liberty’s torch.  You’ll be talking about this one for years to come.

And in the ever tasteful words of our fearless leader, Mr Paul Grieco, “They will take your nutsack and squeeze all of the chardonnay out of it!

***Click here for more info and to BOOK TICKETS***

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While sitting in Astoria Park, we just realized we are surrounded by bees.  Literally thousands of bees.  It seems we struck right when the clover is hot and heavy, and the bees are juiced.

Our strategy for survival?  Opening of bottle of Boony Doon Albarino 2011.  A 100% Albarino blend of 50% grapes from the Casa Grande Vineyard and 50% from Jespersen Ranch, it is our first line of defense between us and the warrior savages buzzing around us.  Zippy, electric and tart as a whistle, it rolls over the tongue like a wave.

If all else fails, we cover the baby in honey, toss him in the clover, and run.

Cider: it’s what’s for breakfast

The first four months of being a new parent are sort of like being stuck in slow-moving quicksand.  Or as if Han Solo were only half-frozen in the carbonite.

You feel your world moving around you, but your focus becomes laser-attuned to that little being now occupying your house, with the apparatuses of baby-rearing strewn all over your once adult-friendly home (and trust me, I really only experienced this for a few months after moving into our bigger place and finally getting rid of all the college knick-knacks that I couldn’t possibly tear myself away from).

I’m not going to give you a sob story, or a “you should pity me cause I haven’t slept in weeks and I have baby poo on my pants and a right shoulder eternally covered in quick-drying baby slobber”, because everything every parent says is true:  it is downright the most special thing you’ll ever see or do (I’m only just finally realizing this….perspective is hard to come by in this first phase, trust me).  But that’s beside the point…

So, I’ve come up for air.  I want back on the horse.  I’m stoked to announce I’ve taken on more writing responsibilities with The New York Cork Report.  I’m now the official Cider Editor and Spirits Editor.  And I’m thrilled for the position.

To get the ball rolling, here are links to my first articles in this new role:

David Page of Shinn Estate Vineyards and Farmhouse

 

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After a day of watching the lad, it’s time to get some cooking on.  Aviation cocktail and a 1.5 lb Red Snapper on the tapee.

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20 bottles of Professor Fritz Briem Grodziskie (Sour Smoked Wheat Ale) in da house. Just snagged a case for Hearth and Terroir EVil.

Dr Fritz Briem (of the brewing educational/consulting center, Doemens.com) has made it his passion to recreate long-forgotten beer styles of the past. You would have found this one in East Prussia in the 1900s, but dates back to the 15th century.

This ridiculously hot day just got a whole lot cooler.  This is the perfect summer beer.

Tart, with a wee bit of smoke in the background that skyrockets the flavors to a different level.  And zesty from the Perle and Saaz hops with a wheat snap on the finish.  Oh my.  Oh yes.

So, we drank some grape juice today.  41 different wines, all from the same, magical grape.  I’ll give you one guess…

Germany to Austria, Alsace to Canada, and the Finger Lakes to Australia and New Zealand.

For the next 94 days, shit. Is. ON.  SOR 2012 begins.

These awesome pics, by Gabi Porter, are of our recent Manhattan Cocktail Classic event at Hearth: From Farm to Still:  NY Spirits and NY Roast Pig.  65 people.  4 courses.  520 Cocktails.  In 2 hours.

Huge thanks to our NY spirits brethren, who it was such a joy to work with to put this together:  Tuthilltown Spirits, Finger Lakes Distilling, Breuckelen Distilling, and our fantastic sponsor for the event, Dutch’s Spirits.

Thanks, Gabi.  Your next cocktail is on us.

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Even after living in NYC for almost 12 years, every time I pass this building, it makes me stop and stare. 

Its simply magical and for a moment, a brief moment, I float away on the morning breezes of time and find myself mingling with New Yorkers from centuries past.  Our cares are one, our needs are the same…or perhaps I’ve just reached new levels of sleep deprivation…yep, maybe that’s more apt. Poetry schmoetry.

And to the dental hygenist that called in sick while I was on my way to meet you:  YOU OWE ME A FUCKING HOUR OF SLEEP.

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