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Wednesday, December 15, 2010

"I told you, never ask me about my business... "

OK, since you didn't actually ask, maybe I'll tell a little. Not about my business, mind you... but maybe a little bit about my after-work plans.

Tonight I'm getting together with a few friends at a small winery whose owner we happen to know ('Ayyo, not for nuthin', but I know guy...'). It's a rustic little place on the side of a mountain. We're taking over the joint for the evening.

The tasting room is a rustic space just outside the cellar where the barrels and bottles are stored. There's a little wood-burning stove near the door to keep things cozy, and some rough-hewn wooden tables and chairs with overstuffed cushions.

There is also a surround sound home theater system and a large screen TV... not to mention an open grill right outside the door and a case of thick-cut steaks being hand rubbed with salt and pepper as we speak.

We'll be going through an array of wines, starting with some crisp whites, moving on to some dry reds to go with dinner, and finishing off with a nice port that isn't commercially available... just for friends.

We'll be enjoying beautifully marbled steaks seared over hardwood coals, smoking Cubans (well not me... I've never even been tempted), and watching Coppola's masterful treatment of Mario Puzo's classic underworld tale.

That's right... 'The Godfather' DVD is already there and cued up for our arrival.

Now where is my overcoat and gray fedora... ?

Posted by David Bogner on December 15, 2010 | Permalink


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Keep me a glass (white wine), please.

Posted by: Ilana-Davitata | Dec 15, 2010 4:28:22 PM

That appears to be an offer you couldn't refuse

Posted by: Jethro | Dec 15, 2010 5:00:20 PM

stickboy be careful driving home

Posted by: dave | Dec 15, 2010 6:16:57 PM

All right. This one time I'll let you ask me about my affairs.

Is it true? Is it?


Posted by: Yaron | Dec 15, 2010 6:20:31 PM

Sounds quite nice to me.

Posted by: Jack | Dec 15, 2010 6:50:33 PM

A single-malt Scotch or two by way of an apéritif, and you'd have an absolutely perfect meal. I am envious... but for the beef short ribs I am braising in red wine and Port even as we speak.

Enjoy every sip and bite!

Posted by: Elisson | Dec 15, 2010 8:39:17 PM

Smoke...! The...! Cuban!!!!!!

Posted by: At The back of the Hill | Dec 16, 2010 12:09:08 AM

Life is so-ooooo rough! :P

Posted by: Kimber | Dec 16, 2010 6:05:24 AM

Forget about the overcoat and the gray fedora. The question is: after all that wonderful wine, who's driving home?

Posted by: Rahel | Dec 16, 2010 4:24:49 PM

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