Tuesday, February 9, 2010

So Fresh, So Easy

Fresh & Easy Neighborhood Markets sponsored a Twitter Taste Live event this evening, with a small and varied (as far as wine knowledge/preferences go) crowd. Being that Trader Joe's is - in a big way - a direct competitor for my attention, and that I often choose F&E over TJ's for the simplicity of its parking situation, I was curious about the F&E approach to wine. Citing Good Grape's recent article on Trader Joe's tendency to lead consumers astray, and burned by my own experiences with Trader's wine selection, I tasted through the F&E offerings with this mindset: as if I am a normal, every day consumer, and I don't know a lot about wine but enjoy drinking it.

Here's the thing, folks. F&E obviously knows that market, and they get it.

Karen Fletcher, the mind behind the wine program, has it down pat - through a negociant-style approach, F&E acquires about half of its wines as exclusive and hand-picks the rest. The prices on exclusive wines are always wallet-friendly as well as boast a high quality-to-price ratio. And hey - need a bottle of Veuve Clicquot? They have that too.

While Trader's assumes we are all wine lovers in need of a bargain - but don't really know (or pretty much care) what we're drinking - F&E does not assume anything except "bargain." This is the major point of difference between the two chains' wine programs. Thus far, I've purchased an enjoyed a $4.99 Carmenere, a $10 bubbly, and a lovely $12 Oregon pinot noir. While only two of the three wines are exclusive to F&E, they were all stars for their price point/quality ratio, and for that deserve a repeat purchase. In addition, this evening we tasted through the following wines:

*Montcadi N/V Cava Rose ($6.99) At 38g/l of residual sugar, this cava was certainly sweeter than what I'm used to drinking, but would be lovely with a cheese course. I'd purchase this wine for a hosted dinner that included folks who either don't usually drink wine, or who prefer sweet wines (therefore, they don't usually drink wine. <---Snarky retailer coming out here.) It has an enjoyable strawberry nose followed by a fruity, sweet palate - the bubbles are plenty - and a creamy finish. I'd pair this with fig cake and a nasty blue (or Fontina for folks who usually don't drink wine, and therefore are also cheese virgins.)

*Boro Hills 2007 Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc ($7.99) In a nutshell, everything one would expect of a New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc: telltale gooseberry aromas, sage leaf and freshly cut grass on the nose, intensely citrus finish. Much more delicious than a Ralph's Grocery Kim Crawford, for sure, and a better price. Ms. Fletcher mentioned this winery was "about a mile from Cloudy Bay." For a cheaper price!

*Matuco 2008 Malbec ($9.99) By far the star of the show for me. A $10 wine perfect for a group BBQ, dinner, you name it. Once again, like the Boro Hills Sauvignon Blanc, it's exactly what one would expect of an Argentine malbec - a little violet, plum, oak and spice, with a long finish. Not terribly complex, for for ten bucks, what is? I'd certainly purchase this wine again, and for a taco/carnitas night. Or a chicken night. Who cares? It's that kind of wine.

My overall thought for the F&E wine selections was, "There's nothing impressive here, but there doesn't need to be." Exactly. By far a more reliable wine selection than Trader's, with a broader scope than your local grocery store, F&E have found their place in the market - folks who just want a wine to enjoy with dinner on a Tuesday evening. To me, that's fresh - and easy.

Monday, February 1, 2010

101 Things in 1,001 Days

In a new year, everyone vows to start over, make changes. Resolutions ultimately fail for many. Personally I've never been fond of the resolution-at-the-new-year concept as it doesn't quite encourage anyone to live for now; instead, it's Del Taco until January 1, and then salad all the way. Not going to work.

Instead of a resolution or two this year, I made a list of 101 things I'd always thought of doing, seeing, eating, etc. around Los Angeles - and haven't yet, for one reason or another - which must be done within 1,001 days. Of course, most of these things have to do with wine, beer, spirits and food, so my posts on occasion will be different to-do's I've conquered relative to Vintwined.

Voila, #65: Take the Gold Line downtown to Wurstkuche.

Every so often, I'll notice a business concept that is so undeniably brilliant, I'm in awe.
Wurstkuche is indeed one of those places.

A modern-warehouse setting on 3rd St. just blocks from the new Gold Line extension stop in Little Tokyo, Wurstkuche is like a backyard BBQ on steroids. First - the menu, comprised of several kinds of gourmet sausages (from the classic Bratwurst to exotic rattlesnake, and even vegetarian) and crispy fries with an array of dipping sauces is simple and priced reasonably. It's a grab-your-table kind of place, with a Mac laptop deejaying club tunes in one corner, and a gorgeous bar in the other. Jump in line, put in your order, then pore over the mighty beer list.

This is my second visit to the "purveyor of exotic grilled sausages," and this time around I
had an attack plan for the beer list: I'd stick to one producer, and try two different brews I'd not yet had. I started out with a Duvel Green Label, a lighter golden ale,
which is my new pick for summer refreshing. My second pick was the good ol' Duvel Special, after much agonizing over the choices - something I've had, but not in a while. I am a big fan of serving wine and beer in appropriate glassware, and of course Wurstkuche doesn't skimp there either.

What's more lovely than a train ride home? Not having to worry about parking issues was a plus, and the Gold Line made us feel as if we lived in a real city.

A fantastic beer list. Gourmet sausages served with your choice of toppings. Thick, crispy fries and flavorful variations on the ketchup stand-by. A 10-minute trip on the Gold Line.

Why didn't I think of that?

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Deerfield Ranch: 2006 Old Vine Zinfandel, Buchignani Vineyard


The Wine: Deerfield Ranch 2006 Old Vine Zinfandel
The Vineyard: Buchignani/Garcia Vineyard, Dry Creek Valley

When I moved to southern California seven years ago, I was astounded at the number of mid-west transplants I ran into on almost a weekly basis. Folks from Minnesotar, Iowar, and WisssCONsin; folks who know a deep-dish pizza when they see one; folks who shake their heads remembering horrible winters now behind them.

Here, we don't have a seasonal change as drastic as Illinois does, and I find myself longing (but that's as far as it goes) for wood-burning fireplaces, raked leaves, a billion colors in the trees.

I think that's what I love in a Zinfandel, too.

We opened the Deerfield Ranch Old Vine Zinfandel with a homemade cast-iron skillet pizza, topped with tomatoes, fresh basil and pesto sauce. A perfect pairing, if I say so myself. The alcohol content (17%) made me hesitate, remembering my days of Opolo Summit Creek and the headache that ensued. (Actually, make that all Paso Robles zinfandel.) Dry Creek Valley turns out some of my favorite, rustic zinfandel that makes me think of Grandpa Jim and his pipe. But - 17%? My palate is frightened of jammy, spread-it-on-a-sandwich zinfandel - but wow, was I in for a treat.

The nose was a load of blueberries, chocolate, tobacco - and fresh pecan pie. Straight out of the oven on Thanksgiving. All of a sudden, it was autumn, and I was diving into a moist pile of leaves in my front yard. That sweet, bold earth scent filled my mouth, and the finish had a plum, cinnamon and cherry chutney element that reminded me of a holiday in Chicago - trees lit up, walking the Miracle Mile and stopping for a hot apple cider from a street vendor.

Deerfield Ranch, you rarely disappoint.

I received this wine as a sample through Palate Press. And I love the scent of burning leaves, but more so I love long walks on the beach.

Friday, January 22, 2010

One Lucky Gal

It rains cats and dogs, and our internet connection - courtesy of the ever-reliable (cough) Charter, dies for days. Days. It comes back for a few hours this morning, I schedule a post – and it dies again.

Now, if the Apocalypse is really on its way, if the hail we picked up from our driveway last night is actually filled with alien larvae that will hatch and eat the population of Pasadena, if Nostradamus or King James or whoever is right about the locusts and boils, I’d definitely assume I’d be without internet for a few days, if not forever. But Southern California – you are a big wimp. Just look at Haiti.

In the years I’ve lived on the west coast, just shy of a decade, I’ve seen so many tragedies – from horrible mudslides to the Station Fire. I recall watching the news in my safe and cozy apartment, sipping coffee, after Hurricane Katrina demolished New Orleans. I spent weeks thinking about how silly my worries were then, and wrote:

Coffee in hand, the anchors moved from gossip to the highways to a hundred displaced pets from New Orleans arriving by plane to L.A. My heart flew into my mouth; each small set of eyes stared imploringly into the camera, rimmed with the moisture of sadness. I gulped coffee to warm away the sobs, but couldn’t keep the bubbled feelings of the morning at bay; tears ensued, followed by tissue and a picture slideshow of dogs clinging helplessly to their newfound foster parents’ arms. An hour ago I was tossing out empty shampoo bottles and attempting to untie the knot of worry in my stomach over the money crunch, reminding myself that my hard work will pay off in the form of ceramic tile and a patio with a garden.

I was in my dorm room on September 11, 2001 when the planes hit the Twin Towers. I remember the silence on the University quad as thousands of us gathered to mourn.

And – here I am, angry about my internet connection. Shaking my head at the rain, when some folks are hoping their homes don’t see another mudslide. I have a job that I love, even though I’m not rolling in dough (that’s an understatement) I seem to get by, I’m marrying my sweetie in a few short months, and on Sunday I get to stay overnight at my favorite winery in the Santa Rita Hills.

This lucky gal is paying it forward.

So folks, reach into your cellars. Or the little Haier in your kitchen. Do you have a unique bottle to donate to the Palate Press Wine for Haiti charity wine auction? Proceeds will be donated to the American Red Cross. Your donated bottle doesn’t have to be expensive or fancy – and if you don’t have one at home you can part with, visit a local wine shop (not BevMo, please), support a small business and purchase a bottle to contribute. Look at you! Two good deeds for the price of one.

Read more about how you can join our efforts here.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Pinot Days Los Angeles: The Good, the Bad, and the Public

This past Sunday, Pinot Days Los Angeles landed at Barker Hangar, Santa Monica. I was so thrilled that L.A. was not getting passed over for yet another major wine event - those of us southern California folks suffer from an inferiority complex when compared to our northern friends, who seem to get to go to all the cool shindigs.

The Good. Wow. And they were good. Of the 75-ish producers attending, I compiled a list of the stand-outs. Mind, I've been to several of these events and have learned to circle the room first and then pick the targets. (In the past, I'd start at "A" and end up hiccuping all the way home. Ahem.)


  • Arcadian: 2005 Fiddlestix Vineyard.
  • Belle Pente: 2007 Dundee Hills; 2006 Murto Vineyard; 2006 Yamhill-Carlton
  • Domaine Chandon (what? Yep!) 2007 Pinot Meunier (indeed!)
  • Fess Parker 2007 Clone 115
  • Clos Pepe (pictured, right) - Everything. I kid you not...
  • WesMar 2007 Sonoma Coast, Balletto Vineyard
  • Hirsch 2007 "M"
  • Inman 2006 Russian River Valley "OGV"
  • Ken Brown 2007 Santa Maria
  • Papapietro-Perry - Everything. I kid you not again...
There were so many tables to visit yet, and the trade was allowed a paltry two hours to attempt to visit as many as one could. Without a doubt, this was too short - and I ended up mashed in with the public for the rest of the afternoon.
The Bad. Well, grasshoppers, ants, readers of this blog - I have but one to highlight here and I
feel badly doing so, as I'm not a professional critic, but golly gee whiz - I know purple Kool-Aid when I taste it. (I am a child of the '80s.) The Worst Winery Present Award Goes To...
  • Belle Glos Winery. I don't care that it's a Caymus family winery - all of the wines I tasted were sugared-up, grape-flavored Bubble Tape fruity nonsense with no sense of place. Your fancy wax enclosure fooleth me not! To top that off, the rep pouring each wine was so obviously bored and disinterested, I almost pitied her wasted time. Almost. I pitied my wasted liver more.
The Public. Being that I work for a wine store/bar, and my future hubbs does not, I was willing to give up my trade status in order to taste with him, as he'd only be allowed into the public bit. Thanks to my store owner (and Larry Schaffer of Tercero Wines) I was able to bring the FH with me. Thank god, because the public tasting was a joke.

We took a break and I was able to catch up with Eve Bushman of Eve's Wine 101 as well as Denise Lowe of Goddess of Vino while waiting for our friend JT to arrive for the public tasting. I assembled a mental list of the tables to take him to, as he's quite a pinot noir fan and would definitely appreciate our selections. The line for the second round was a mile long, and we finally located JT in the crowd. This was just the beginning.
(Pictured, left - JT and I take a break from the mob.)


Call me a spoiled tradester, but I could not believe the sudden upturned noses and noticeable decrease in wine selections available for tasting. We could barely get a word in edgewise at pretty much every table, wineries hid the "good" stuff, and even the free glasses were half the size of those offered to the trade.

After a being rudely shoved and jolted by the public attendees though, I kind of understood the overall disdain for these folks. Unfortunately, I'm sure there were serious wine enthusiasts present in the masses of drunk, loud fools, but it's no wonder many wineries downgraded their offerings. I was pushed, cursed at; my glass was nearly toppled several times onto Russ's nice white button-down (and - why a white shirt at a wine tasting?), I heard complaints, stupid questions, folks spitting-and-missing. Oh, it was a mess.

Even the lovely, ample cheese bowls were reduced to pickings and crumbs. Sob.

I walked away from the first L.A. Pinot Days feeling sad and disappointed. The trade segment could stand to be much longer, considering I'm not there to get snockered and I needed more time to really taste through my focus wineries. The public tasting was horrible - the serious enthusiasts did not receive decent wine or treatment, as they were stampeded by pot-bellied jerks in "Save Water, Drink Wine" tee-shirts.

There has to be a better venue and town to host such an event within L.A. county, that won't attract hordes of lame drunkards, wanna-be connoisseurs, know-it-all soccer moms...somewhere that most L.A. folks will say, "Uh...that's too far to drive."

Oh! I got it!

Pasadena.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

The Mimosa: Not Just for Baby Showers


"Hi there. Can I help you find a certain wine, anything specific you're looking for?" I am always so happy to help.

"Uh...sure," says Customer. "I'm actually looking for just a cheap Champagne I can make Mimosas with for brunch."

Blerg!

As a flavor hound, I am very into drinks made with the purest ingredients - martinis that knock your socks off after one sip; margaritas that just blow your mind; a simple gin and tonic that you just can't believe tastes so good. But what goes into these drinks? Quality ingredients.

One of my favorite brunch (or even pre-dinner) drinks is the Mimosa. Very underrated and made incorrectly pretty much everywhere, the Mimosa deserves some respect - and if you love Champagne, Cava, domestic bubbly - all more the reason to make it right.

What?! A Mimosa is made with good Bubbly? Yes, Grasshopper - take notes.

America's favorite brunch drink supposedly began with a bartender at the famed Paris Ritz, the oldest Ritz Hotel in the world. The name of the drink honors the Mimosa plant which has dark yellow flowers. One part orange juice topped with three parts Champagne in a chilled flute constitute the proper Mimosa, not half-and-half with Ralph's crappy orange juice and Cook's $3 junk bubbly. What the heck happened?

Well, some wine-loving folks may argue that a Mimosa would cover up the delicious and delicate flavors of a fantastic bubbly. I get that. I also get that the Midwest ruined a lot of things for me, including seafood (which I've come to love again, living in the Land of Plenty - a.k.a. California) and Hamburger Helper. <---That's another post.

I disagree, however. I'm a fan of a fantastic drink - an old Hollywood gin martini (preferably Hendrick's), a clean Gimlet (with freshly squeezed lime juice, not Rose's), a real margarita (again with the fresh lime - and a 100% agave Tequila.) I'd rather have one good drink than five crappy ones.

Thus, the Vintwined version of a Mimosa is the real deal. Here are a few bubblies that will make this drink all the more a Divine Sensation - and, grasshopper - don't forget the freshly squeezed orange juice (that you squeeze yourself!! Okay, if you're not a dork like me who owns a Kitchenaid juicer, the best version of what Whole Foods can provide is fine.) Skip the Andre "California Champagne" and stir in these delights:

  • Delapierre N/V Cava Brut ($6 - $10.) Yeasty. Apricot, cave-y stone-y deliciousness. Lots of bubbles. This Cava stands up to a dose of pure orange juice like your mama to - uh - the school superintendent. (?) A fantastic base for any quality Mimosa, this favorite Cava of mine is a good pick for a Mimosa-maker on a budget. And it won't leave baby shower guests with a raging migraine later. Brownie points!
  • Argyle 2006 Brut, Oregon ($28.) Almost half and half Chardonnay and Pinot Noir, this bubbly makes a lovely Mimosa or St. Germain Cocktail. (Of course, it's amazing by itself as well.) The lemony notes compliment a fresh-squeezed O.J. nicely, and the mineral/yeasty finish are very present in a mixed drink. If you're looking for a heavier, more substantial Mimosa - Argyle is the ticket.
  • Chateau Moncontour Vouvray ($20.) My favorite bubbly by the glass at HWC right now. Right off the bat, it's a stony, apricot-peach bubbly followed by a light caramelized apple on the palate with a bit of yeast. In a Mimosa, it's all apple - and the orange highlights its peachy body. Very light-to-medium bodied and delicious, a perfect accompaniment to sandwiches and salads. Cheers!
Now, for those of you flavor hounds curious about St. Germain Cocktails - it's another post in the works. All three of the above bubbles make good partners, but I'm partial to the Argyle Winery bubblies with St. Germain. So full of apple and pear - so full of yum.

Don't cheapen your Mimosa. It's a respectable cocktail with a lot of appeal, and hey - if you're going to booze it up at breakfast, you may as well do it in style.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Wine Bar 101: Notes from the Other Side of the Counter



This story originally appeared in Palate Press: The Online Wine Magazine.



“California makes the worst wine in the world,” said Grandiose Statement Guy, as he reached for a tasting glass of a red blend I thought he might enjoy. He took a sip, and continued, “I’ll take a glass of this one! You know my palate well already.”

I sure do, I thought, as I poured him the requested glass of a Santa Barbara wine.

Sigh.

There are at least 200 wine bars in Los Angeles, each with something different to offer. As a wine bartender, I see all types of customers, from wine geeks to cigar dudes and folks who kindly request a white wine—with ice. (Not kidding.) I also get asked about once a week if we pour white Zinfandel by the glass. (We do not.) In the process of serving all sorts of wines to all sorts of people, I’m privy to “behind the counter” info that may help to make the most of your next trip to a favorite watering (wine-ering?) hole.

One big faux-pas that many customers commit is misusing descriptors when communicating the types of wine they prefer. Here’s a quick low-down on three commonly butchered terms:

Dry. As in: “I usually like red wine, but nothing too dry [grimaces while holding throat].” Of course I understand what this person means, but I almost always ask follow-up questions, not only to make sure, but also to help him/her understand the word “dry” when it comes to wine. “Dry” means a lack of sweetness—not that mouth-puckering, cotton-tongue feeling. “Tannic” is the word you’re looking for, as in ”I usually like red wine, but nothing too tannic.” Bingo, grasshopper—now I know what to suggest.

Sweet. Unless you’re talking about a dessert or late-harvest wine, a port—or, heck, Riunite—you’re likely misusing the term “sweet” as a descriptive word for fruity. A fruity wine is often mistaken for sweet due to its fruit-forwardness or, in the case of many Zinfandels or Shirazes, a “jammy” quality. When a customer requests a “sweet” red wine, I clarify and ask them what types of red wines they drink. More often than not, it’s Zinfandel, or younger California Cabernet.

Crisp/Acidic. Ah, my favorite: “How about a bright, crisp Sauvignon Blanc! But not acidic.” What? ”Crisp” denotes an evident level of acidity in a wine, so fulfilling this customer’s request is nearly impossible from the get-go. There are certainly white wines that are too acidic, mostly because they’re poorly balanced or really cheap plonk. Bearing that in mind, however, a well-made Sauvignon Blanc will have some acidity, making it “crisp” (or tart or tangy or refreshing or another acidity-denoting term). If some wines give you acid reflux, I’d suggest switching to a softer style of white, maybe a Viognier or Chenin Blanc. Or put an ice cube in it. If you must.

Now that we’ve got those terms squared away, let’s look at some other aspects of the Wine Bar experience where a little inside knowledge can go a long way.

The WBTG List. For many, the wine-by-the-glass list—whether it’s a chalkboard or five menu pages—is still intimidating. Part of the reason is that they can vary quite a bit from one bar to the next. A good WBTG list will note how many ounces the bar pours for a taste (usually 2 oz.) or glass (usually 5 oz.) and sometimes for a carafe; also, unless the bar has its own retail store, the WBTG list will also show the bottle price. A few tips on navigating, especially for a customer on a budget:


Price. If the glass price is MORE than 1/3 the listed bottle price (with the exception of Champagne, as bubblies spoil faster), consider purchasing a bottle, especially if you or anyone else in your party anticipates having more than one glass. Obviously, if everyone wants something different, stick with the glass. Usually, wine bars that also have retail feature a more reasonably priced glass list, as bottles purchased can often be opened with no corkage fee. It doesn’t hurt to ask!

Verify. Watching the wallet? iPhone wine apps come in handy when you’re checking out the bottle price at retail. Some wine bars mark bottle prices up to insane levels; go to wine-searcher.com and get a sense of the real price range for the bottle you’re contemplating. I wish I had done this at a local wine bar where I was burned: the $19 glass of Gigondas I treated myself to one evening retails for $34. Ouch!


Look, Dad! No hands!

Pour sizes are typically 5 ounces for a glass and 2 ounces for a taste. Depending on the glassware a bar uses, a 5-ounce poor can look huge in one type and skimpy in another. If a pour bothers you, or if it’s obviously (and I mean obviously) under poured, don’t be afraid to say something. But first, please consider the glassware.

Ask. Not sure what to order? Overwhelmed by the choices? Ask for a tiny taste! Many folks don’t know to do this, but if you’re about to drop $18 on a glass of Pinot Noir and feel nervous about it, most wine bars will pour you a taste before you commit. Or, if you like variety and the bar is so inclined, order a 2-ounce pour of a few different wines.


Flights. Traditionally, a flight is a series of 2-oz. pours gathered with a theme in mind (e.g., “Big Reds”) or region (“Bordeaux”). Flights are the most popular order at my bar, especially because we let you make your own or ask us to create one for you based on the wine you like (or if you’re daring, the wine we like.) Personally, I like to ask a customer what he/she likes to drink, and create a flight for their tastes (and toss in some new wines they may not have considered.) One of my shining moments: a customer claimed she really liked “interesting” white wine – and wanted some surprises. The flight I created consisted of a sparkling Riesling from Germany (NV Wegeler Sekt); a California Grenache Blanc from the Central Coast (2008 Celadon, Beeswax Vineyard, Arroyo Seco); a Godello from Spain (2007 Alma de Blanco) and an Oregon Pinot Gris (2007 Belle Pente, Willamette Valley). Kind of random, but that’s the beauty of a customizable flight. If a wine bar has an extensive flight menu, I’d avoid asking for a customized flight; but for more and more places these days, it’s a welcome request.

Deals. Sundays are a popular day for many wine bars here in Los Angeles, and here’s why. At bars that use a preservation system and like to turn over their stock each week, if there is a surplus of bottles (some barely poured) on Sunday, glasses of those wines are usually discounted. If you’re an Angeleno, the best Sunday deals of this nature I’ve seen are at 55 Degree Wine, Vertical Wine Bistro, and CitySip Los Angeles. There’s nothing “wrong” with the wine, we’d just prefer it didn’t go to waste. What’s more painful than dumping out a half a bottle of a lovely Pinot noir? Take advantage of these specials; call around or Yelp to find them.

Truthfully, what will make or break your wine bar experience isn’t the food or even the wine – it’s the staff. A friend of mine tells this story: he walked into a wine bar in Santa Monica and asked for a glass of domestic Cabernet. The wine bartender said, “Why would we serve that crap when we have wine by countries who have been making it for a thousand years?” My friend left, and hasn’t returned.

The best wine bars offer something for everyone, a fairly priced glass list, and a knowledgeable staff. Even though I spend most of my time on the other side of the bar, I’m a customer too, and while that makes me a little more critical, I really appreciate a good experience when I have one. However, if your wine bar experience must include challenging the staff with (obviously ignorant) Grandiose Statements, I’d suggest you stay home and read Wine Spectator.

But that, folks, is another article.