Is it obsessive to, when you are taking a bottle of wine over to a friend’s place, also want to bring a decanter and proper stemware?
Come on, you wouldn’t put regular unleaded in a sports car, right? Yes, yes, I know that that analogy is flawed, but you get the idea.
Such was the question that plagued me when I was bringing over a bottle of the 2007 St. Innocent “Shea Vineyard” Pinot Noir (from the Willamette Valley, Oregon) ($49.00 at Bell Liquor & Wine Shoppe) for a movie night with a friend. I asked my roommate whether bringing the decanter and some Burgundy glasses would be too much.
“Um… yeah,” he replied, looking at me like I was crazy. (Then again, this is the guy who recently ran a 50-mile marathon.) So I decided not to bring the decanter and the wine glasses, even though the Pinot was almost criminally young. It was with some trepidation, therefore, that I opened the bottle and poured some into wine glasses the hostess provided.
I am writing this post from my plain wooden desk here in DC. It’s freakin’ cold here, and drafts blow in from the assuredly-closed plate-glass windows to my left, turning my poor feet into blocks of ice. I’ve been in DC only since around 9 pm on Sunday, and already the healing properties of sunny SoCal rise again as memory in my mind.
I was fortunate enough to have spent the past two and a half weeks in Los Angeles with my family and my sister’s Chihuahua, Twinkie:
Aside from food from Lucky Boy, Taco Bell and various Mexican restaurants of varying degrees of authenticity, endless Chinese, and some delicious, delicious omakase-style sushi at Sushi Sasabune courtesy of my brother, I drank a fair amount of wine (though not as much as I had hoped to). Of particular note was a bottle of champagne I purchased for New Year’s with my family, a delightful Louis Roederer brut that went well with Peking duck.