There's still time to sample this year's Beaujolais Nouveau in almost any Paris wine bar!
Below: a barman obviously enjoys his job
There's still time to sample this year's Beaujolais Nouveau in almost any Paris wine bar!
Below: a barman obviously enjoys his job
Today marks the tenth anniversary of the death of Sergei Chepik, extraordinary Soviet-era artist and regular at a café in our quartier, greatly missed.
Two-day countdown to celebrating this year's Beaujolais Nouveau.
Thursday November 18th
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Yesterday I was asked by a tourist at a local café, "What region of France does Beaujolais come from?" Of course the answer is Beaujolais, but it struck me, slightly, like that old trick question, "Who is buried in Grant's tomb?"
Mais c'est vrai... It's not obvious.
American
wines harken to grape varieties - Chardonnay, Cabernet Sauvignon, Merlot, Syrah, Pinot Noir, Pinot Gris... Whereas French wines are all
about the region: Burgundy,
Alsace,
Armagnac and Cognac,
Beaujolais and Lyonnais, Bordeaux, Champagne (and only Champagne please), Jura, Provence.... The
wide variety of climates in France translates into a wide variety of
wines, each region's wines endowed with overall attributes such as light,
sweet, acidic....
The huge U.S. wine market has been and still is driven by the concept of "single varietal" wines as blending was seen as a way of improving poor quality wine, whereas in France the historic approach has been to bring the best of everything to make the end-product greater than the sum of the parts with blends... be that as Chablis, Claret, Burgundy or Beaujolais.... More single varietal wines - not necessarily AOPs - are being shipped to the U.S. and "regional" labels now include varietals, primarily because of exporting to the U.S.
This year's Beaujolais Nouveau, a primeur or young wine, is expected to be round and fruity and, as every year, and in my opinion, best sampled with a planche of charcuteries. - BPJ
Also in supermarkets and wine shops everywhere
A tiny Thai restaurant off rue Montorgueil; a perfect lunch on a chilly day.
- Magnifique! -
Thierry Mugler - Couturissime
Lobster and shrimp Eggs Benedict on a Sunday morning in Paris.
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It was 80's London in my pre-Paris days, and Michael Alexander, who I've written about before on
this blog, had opened a restaurant, The Chelsea Wharf, to much local fanfare in the media and otherwise, right on Chelsea Harbour.
In no time at all it became the talk of the town. In the cuisine was enfant terrible now celeb chef Marco Pierre White, the sole person, it's been said, who "made Gordon Ramsay cry in the kitchen." With regulars such as George Michael and Boy George streaming in, one would think its success was guaranteed, but it wasn’t.
Sadly, it was short-lived. Lax management let a party
atmosphere take over and, as Michael would mention more than once over the years with a sigh, he was, after all, a writer, not a restaurateur.
Sunday mornings saw a gathering of "friends and allies" - those dearest and nearest to
him - occupy a very long table for breakfast. As Billy Churchill swayed away on piano and a soft light seeped in through gothic windows, we'd regale in bad jokes and good champagne.
Just across the Thames was Saint Mary's Church and almost everyone would order Bloody Marys and the house Eggs Benedict - or rather, as it appeared on the menu, "Eggs Benedict Arnold," so named for the notorious traitor of the American Revolution buried there.
The first - and last - time I pointed this out I was swiftly berated.
“Traitor? From our side of things, Benedict Arnold was a hero!” - BPJ