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Escape from New York: Hudson, NY

It was just another one of those weekends when Ian and I had nothing on the books, but our need to leave the city was overwhelming. Adventure, or something like it, was calling. Hudson, NY is by no means an exotic getaway, but it promised some respite from the urban grind. Just two hours via Amtrak from Penn Station, we both knew nothing about it except the direction we needed to head: North. Oh, and rumblings that Hudson and the surrounding region are the “new Brooklyn,” whatever that means. We traded a sky that threatened rain for the verdant expanse of the Hudson River Valley.  The train ride up was pleasant enough, made all the more pleasant with gentle pop of a Matthiasson rosé, as crisp as the sky we traveled under. Between sips of wine and glances of the sweeping views, we were lulled into many micro catnaps, arriving at our destination just in time for lunch, rested AF. The red train station greeted us as we began a short walk to Warren Street, …

Message in a Bottle: “Dude, It’s Rosé Season”

Some times, you want to wander through Brooklyn on a gorgeous spring Sunday, call up one of your favorite people and share a bottle of wine at the hot neighborhood wine bar. All this before heading to said friend’s place to gorge on a large pizza and scream-chew through Game of Thrones. It’s all good, so long as the bottle you’ve fortified yourself with is Broc Wine’s rose-gold Cassia Grenache 2013 Mendocino Rosé. ‘Tis the season, after all. Gotta drink it up before the Hamptons get to it. And there’s no better place to do it than June Wine Bar in Cobble Hill. Delicately floral and bright, the Broc has the soft touch one needs before an hour of teeth-grindingly brutal television. (Pro-tip: While at June, avoid the disapproving gaze of newly minted helicopter moms by steering clear of your bluer haha-material. And don’t trip on the strollers.)

Photo Essay: Tasting Southold Farm + Cellar | North Fork, Long Island

Sundays have become my day of adventure, apparently. Bored with brunch and general city going-ons, Ian and I have taken to exploring the greater New York-area and its environs, in-depth. Sometimes, it’s as close as the Upper West Side, or Brooklyn. Other times, it’s gallivanting off to rural Pennsylvania for a lumberjack festival. This week, though, we took to Long Island to spend time with friends in the North Fork. Naturally, there was plenty of wine.

Wine Discovery: Louis-Antoine Luyt

So I get to do some pretty cool shit, like this last week: Wines of Chile hosted a Wine Bar War featuring four sommeliers from around NYC. Basically, it was a battle of pop-ups, but in this case, the medium wasn’t food but wine. “Alright,” you may be saying to yourself. “I can dig that.” Damn straight: there was a ton of talent in that room. Working with Hector Vergara, South America’s only Master Sommelier, each of the somms took to their corners and built out their wine bar concept that would best evoke Chile’s diversity. Did I mention they started at 9 am? By the time dusk fell, the event (hosted at Villain in Williamsburg) drew a fun weekday crowd of wine lovers, industry pros, writer-types (like me!) and the like. The prize was a trip to Chile for the winning team of somms (score!). As you’d expect, the wine flowed quite easily. While a few bottles piqued my interest, only one bottle really stood out at Earth’s End, the pop-up created by Momofuku Ssam Bar’s Anna-Lisa Campos. The bottle: Louis-Antoine …

Wine Craving: Red Tail Ridge’s Sparkling Teroldego

Listen up: if you’re not currently drinking wine from the Finger Lakes, you’re missing out. And if you’re not drinking Red Tail Ridge, well, I feel sorry for you, your kids and your future grandkids. Red Tail Ridge first came on my radar a few months back, when I doing research for an endangered grapes story I wrote. Winemaker Nancy Irelan was a peach via email (and sadly, some of her sage wisdom was left on the cutting room floor). When I finally got to try her Dry Riesling, I was hooked. Crystal-focused, light and dry, the wine is everything I love in a Riesling. Fast-forward a few months (and bottles), when a few weeks ago, I got to meet Nancy IRL and sipped the fruits of her labor, paired with delicious bites from talented young-gun chef Kwame Onwuachi. While chef Kwame served up knock-out food (taste explosion!), I kept returning to the glass for more of Nancy’s wine. Specifically, her Teroldego. Surprise, surprise: I love obscure grapes. Wine discovery is huge for me, and while I’ve had Teroldego …

Debunking Wine Myths: Big Bad Sulfites

You’ve seen it on wine bottles before: “Contains sulfites.” Ooooh, scary! Right? Well, thanks in large part to US labeling laws, you may have attributed your post-vino headache or congestion to the wine’s “sulfites.” You may have even “discovered” that you are allergic to them. Hate to break it to you, but you most likely aren’t.  In fact, only an estimated 8% of the world’s population suffers from wine allergies. Of that, only 1% can be directly attributed to sulfites. For centuries, sulfur has been used in winemaking, acting as a natural preserver of wine (it’s one of the reasons wine can age). It inhibits yeast from fermenting further, and it acts as an antioxidant. What more, it is also naturally occurring in all wine. Now, the FDA requires the “contains sulfites” label for those folks with true, hand-to-heart allergies—particularly severe asthmatics—which circles back to that 1%. Real talk: If you can drink a glass of good ol’ OJ, you’ve already consumed more sulfites than a glass of wine. In fact, tons of every day foods—guacamole, dried fruit, fruit toppings, corn syrup, shrimp, …

Chill Out… with Red Wine!

The mercury is sky-high now, and it’s not gonna drop anytime soon. We’re in it for the long haul, people! Now normally, I’m the first to advocate reaching for a glacier-cold bottle of white or rosé, but you know what? Not this week! No, fellow oenophiles and vino-noobs, this week, I’m telling you to grab a bottle of red. Yep. You read that correctly. Read on, and don’t judge.