Comments on: Pizzorno – Take 2 https://www.saltshaker.net/20060227/pizzorno-take-2 Casting a little flavor (and a few aspersions) on the world of food, drink, and life Mon, 11 Aug 2014 13:53:33 +0000 hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=7.1 By: Back to Uruguayan Wine https://www.saltshaker.net/20060227/pizzorno-take-2#comment-230172 Mon, 11 Aug 2014 13:53:33 +0000 https://www.saltshaker.net/20060227/pizzorno-take-2#comment-230172 […] Select Blend Reserva 2011 – Another winery I’ve visited, twice in fact, and have become friends with the owners. 60% Tannat, 30% Cabernet Sauvignon, 10% Merlot – […]

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By: Montevideo in photos, V https://www.saltshaker.net/20060227/pizzorno-take-2#comment-212058 Mon, 16 Jan 2012 11:39:58 +0000 https://www.saltshaker.net/20060227/pizzorno-take-2#comment-212058 […] planned, we both said, near simultaneously, that it needed a rich sauvignon blanc, and the Pizzorno “Don Próspero” leapt off the page. Worked perfectly throughout the […]

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By: SaltShaker » Blog Archive » Stir-Fry of Various and Sundry https://www.saltshaker.net/20060227/pizzorno-take-2#comment-207 Wed, 01 Mar 2006 13:37:17 +0000 https://www.saltshaker.net/20060227/pizzorno-take-2#comment-207 […] Buenos Aires – Whew! One last posting involving Uruguay for the moment, and then on to a couple of new Chinese restaurants, just for something different. The photo, by the way, was sent to me this morning by Ana Pizzorno, it’s me and Carlos Pizzorno tasting through their wines. I get asked regularly what going to Uruguay is like, are the people different, is the food different, etc. Oftentimes the person asking is a local here, who has just never been across the river. I find that fascinating in and of itself. Coming from a society that’s very mobile, where people are constantly visiting nearby towns, where if you’re near to a border, i.e., Canada or Mexico, crossing it is not something that requires much thought. But I have met folks here who’ve literally never left the city of Buenos Aires in their lives. (Though, I admit, when I went off to grad school in New York City, one of the women in my class, at age 30-something, had never left the island of Manhattan in her life, except once on a school trip as a child to visit the Botanical Garden, and once for her grad school admissions interview in Brooklyn. I remember being stunned by that. When her family vacationed as she was growing up, they did it by checking into a hotel in another neighborhood of Manhattan. Going to school in Brooklyn was exotic in her worldview.) […]

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