Tuesday, April 01, 2008
A foodie post, from an email to a foodie friend:
As usual, staying away from the intellectual cruelty of chains is best.
There's a little dive around the corner, Callahan's.
There's the Bonefish Grill.
One's owned by a human.
One's owned by a conglomerate.
Guess which one's better.. yeah. The little guy.
Truly amazing food, genuine service, great wine and beer.
The irony is.. bonefish aren't edible.
That was my first clue.
A storm is blowing in after a balmy day. I'm wearing capris and have been alternately repairing, adjusting and pedaling the landlady's bike around.
American wine is too sweet, too coarse and too expensive.
We did discover the King Reserve Oregon Pinot Gris, as good as some of the best German creations I have tasted.
I had to try the 47-pound Rooster Chardonnay, and found it to be a very good Yellowtail copy, if a bit less harsh.
The goofy label was fun, and it's not bad stuff.
I prefer the Italian and Spanish un-oaked Chards. The bright hay and sunshine flavors of these tart, pure Chard grapes really light me up. I spent plenty of time splitting oak in Texas for firewood, bleeding and bruising for it. I don't need that any more.
I don't mind a little oak, but I don't want to get hit in the head with a cord of it.
Took some pics of our funny little rental love cottage today. Will post a bit in a minute.