Buenos Aires – Once again I find myself impressed by the straightforward, “varietally correct” style of wine being produced for the Rodas Colección 12 line. This time it was the Tokái, a grape more commonly known as Tocai Friulano. The flavor on the label – grapefruit, peach, apricot – was dead on. I’d picked the… Read More Free-Ranging
Buenos Aires – In an interesting “follow-up” to my posting on September 18 about my experience in exploring the new restaurants of the Time Warner Center in New York, the New York Times published these notes today: Nearly two years after it was announced that he would become the final star in the constellation of… Read More Closings…
Buenos Aires – Time for an update on the apartment process. I’ve found one! I admit to not having looked at a huge number of them because I really loved the first one I saw. That’s often the way these things work. It’s here in the same (Barrio Norte) neighborhood, only a couple of blocks… Read More A Garden of My Own!
Santiago, Chile – I’m sitting in the airport here after a long, roundabout flight, and waiting for my final leg back to Buenos Aires. I wish I could exit the terminal to take some photos – the airport is gorgeous – all curved glass and white-coated steel, staggered levels, ramps, vivid teal colored carpets and… Read More High in the Andes
Louisville, Kentucky – It has been said by someone, someplace, somewhere along the line, that good things don’t come easily; the best things in life have to be won through struggle; tests of faith and all that. Well I hope there’s a grading system that takes into account all tests combined. The update on Henry… Read More More trials…
I can eat Japanese food pretty much any time. I’ve always liked it, even when I was a kid I was fascinated by it from afar. I have no idea why, I’d never tried it, I’d only read about it. There just weren’t any Japanese restaurants in my hometown. There were no Japanese kids in… Read More Strip Mall Japanese
Louisville, Kentucky – I’ve been out of the midwest for 23 years, and rarely make it back there, or to the bible belt. Except on occasional visits to family members, I have a tendency to forget that many of the folk of those regions are, well, large. Girth, that is. A lot of the cause… Read More That’s one big bowl o’ Pasta
Louisville, Kentucky – Who’s the turkey with a taste for homicide? So reads the subtitle on Mary Daheim’s Fowl Prey. Publisher’s Weekly referred to it as “light and cozy fare.” Given my experience with the last two “murder mysteries” I barely wanted to crack the wishbone on this one. The subtitle wasn’t helping. Thankfully, I… Read More Foul or Fowl?