The other day, I sold a bottle of Barolo to some old rich people at my restaurant. I poured them a sip and they dug it. I appreciated how they didn’t say, “Oh, I think it needs some time to open up,” which is a thing people like to say to me—their somm—probably because they heard a person in a movie say it once and they think it’s what they’re supposed to say, what I want them … [Read more...] about Italian Wine Like Broken Hearts And Bouquets Of Dead Flowers
