Barbaresco’s a different kind of player. The kind that starts out all unassuming, with a few simple warm-up chords over in the corner.  Then it sneaks onto the stage, hammers out something amazing on that beat-up old guitar, and leaves the party with your girl. Watch out Barolo.  That’s exactly the kind of thing a [...read more]

I covet wines that encourage almost unhealthy fantasies about tables full of cured meats; powerful cheeses, artisan bread and fresh pasta sauced with lots of braised anything. Northern-Italian wines are always on my mind. Especially wines from those svelte kings of Nebbiolo: Barolo and Barbaresco. These communes – the giants of Piedmont – produce wines [...read more]