Thursday, March 31, 2011

Wine and the Wordsmith


‘The Wine Kitchen’ in downtown historic Leesburg Virginia has been drawing food and wine lovers out of Washington DC and surrounding towns since its inception in 2008. The reason for these pilgrimages to Leesburg is mainly due to the local and inventive farm to table menu served at The Wine Kitchen as well as the deliberately well-chosen wine menu. Also adding to the allure is another talent of the owner and budding restaurateur Jason Miller, that of wordplay. Mr. Miller has a way with words and describes the wine he serves with the same passion he puts into his wine list and menu. With each wine served comes a card illuminating the wines attributes with eloquence, wit, and imagination. Jason Miller is what you get when you cross Walt Whitman with a sound sommelier. The following is some of Mr. Miller’s favorite wines and what he thinks of them.

Mas de Libian, Syrah (2009, Cotes du Rhone, France): “A ballerina dancing to Miles Davis in a pair of work boots. Light, delicate, perfumed notes of candied cherries and fresh rose petals leap across the glass. A jazzy bit of funk in the middle with the flavors of hickory chips and melted chocolate providing the rhythm. A finish that has the soft touch of a well-turned pirouette while still being able to support a hard days work of eating and drinking.”

Majella, Sparkling Shiraz (2005 Coonawarra, Australia): “What if you could drink excitement? The intriguing creamy vanilla notes are propelled by the powerful scents of strawberry and cinnamon. You take a sip and your taste buds erupt with enthusiasm for the charged flavors of cherry, spice, and just the right amount of pepper. If your mouth had a mouth it would scream with excitement after each sip!”

Donkey and Goat, Poussanne (2008 El Dorado, California): “This wine just spray painted lemons on the side of the local school and stole a truck filled with graham crackers. The hardcore notes of lemon rind and roasted nuts give way in the middle to the more nuance and intellectually stylized presence of spring flowers and fresh honeycomb. This wine could beat you in chess then punch you in the face and steal your car.”

Gnarly Dudes, Tow Hands, Shiraz (2008, Barossa Valley): As subtle and reserved as an 80’s hair band rocker. Giant guitar licks of blueberry and plums rock out of the glass. Heavy drum rolls of chocolate bundt cake and licorice notes that you feel in your chest. A wine brash enough to have been asked not to come back to certain establishments but finishes so smooth and fresh it leaves a trail of groupies in its wake”.

Champalou, Chenin Blanc (2007, Vouray, France): Imagine a 19th Century French Duchess sitting in a gazebo drinking this wine, pinky extended, remarking how much her wine tastes like fresh fruit dripping with lavender honey. This wine evokes a royal garden worth of apricot, orange, and pear notes with a princely sum of briny acidity and lime zest. The lemon cream finish flutters off gaily like a royal group of girls into a late spring afternoon skip through a garden.”

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

10th Anniversary of Red's 21st birthday!

Yesterday marked the tenth anniversary of JH's 21st birthday extravaganza (pictured below). It is great to see he hasn't changed his style or his friends as both were all in order at the time. Much love.

Friday, March 25, 2011

Thursday, March 24, 2011

And on the 224th day it rose again.....

We are on the verge of the second season of Treme. I can only imagine that now that David Simon has sunk his teeth further into the content and characters that shit is about to get really really real. I am excited, and also nervous as I know there are going to be moments of pain exposed in that way only Simon knows how. A promo was released this week that highlights the work of Gian Smith. Its beautiful and haunting. Here are the words followed by the promo. Enjoy.

“O Beautiful Storm,” by Gian Smith
I got the Rain in my veins…

The flood water in my blood makes my heart beat harder.

I’ve got the scent of the death and decay in the wind

Sinking into my nose and under my skin.

She’s the music in my ears, and the mold in my soul.

Move with her like bellies to congo drums

Write a sonnet to her, serenade her, recite her a poem.

Bump her like sissy bounce or mellow into her like Marsalis.

Let her weave through your brain like a song has moved you

And you can stop the flow…

But don’t let her go.

Last night, on my knees I scrubbed and scrapped

Katrina from the tiles of a house that would one day

Belong to my kids who’d have no idea there was a remain

Underneath the sofa, I had purposefully not wiped away.

Cause while Hugo and Andrew talked a good game

In the end all they did was ride the Gulf to the lake

And kick up a few waves and make a few trees shake

But Katrina had foresight and long term goals.

Bear her like ungratifying child labor of a stillborn

Answer to her, embrace her. Make passionate, steamy love to her til you moan.

Let her consume you on holidays and special events

Not meant to be spent alone.

Do what you must, but don’t let her go.

She’s Death’s greatest stage

She’s the 11th plague

She’s five men dead in a truck from a murderous rampage.

There is no fury like her rage hell bent.

The apocalypse heaven sent.

A city’s extinction level event.

She’s men’s residence changing homes,

Chickens coming home to roost again.

She’s man exalting science as defense

From God, being overthrown

She’s the perfect combination of wind, neglect

And Amir’s criminals in City Halls and black robes

Whose Congressional bills pass at levees expense,

Whose gavel smacks smash homes and crack domes.

Beat her to let her know you care.

Hate her on the streets in front of your friends for show.

Love her behind closed doors at home.

She’s a summer rain, a gentle breeze blown,

And an infamous name that our hearts now own.

O’ beautiful storm, I won’t let you go.



Sunday, June 6, 2010

The Wizard

"Talent is god given, be humble
Fame is man given, be grateful
Conceit is self given, be careful"

-John Wooden.

"Nobody didn't respect him," said Pul Westphal, who knew John Wooden for 40 years. "You would see the most foul-mouthed, hard-living, cheatingest coaches in college basketball go listen to him speak, and to a man they'd all come out and say, ‘Man, I've GOT to find a way to be a better person.'"

http://lastrow.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/john-wooden.jpg


RIP John, you changed the world....and your with her now.

(http://theneatness.blogspot.com/2009/10/happiness-begins-where-selfishness-ends_14.html)

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Brain washing

This is flat out how we do in our family. We don't sit back and just hope our offspring become fans of our teams (Uconn, Yankees). We see to it. This video displays some of my brother Brians Clockwork Orange-esque brain washing techniques he employs to ensure that, at the age of 2, his son Dylan knows each and every Yankee. This same method was used when I young but the answers were now obscure Huskie players.

You gotta crank the volume a touch. Peep the technique.