Recession Free Wine Country
Sitting in the warm sun on a perfect fall day, I surveyed acres of vineyards still polluted with purple grapes yet to be harvested and green leaves that will turn golden yellow shortly. In the backdrop of this scene are mountains that look as though they were painted underneath a brilliant blue sky. The natural beauty of wine country is captivating.
Outside of Napa, you can drive country roads that offer solitude and refresh the soul. This is the real deal, and it can’t be replicated. I prefer Alexander Valley and Dry Creek Valley over Napa. They represent the roads less traveled to a degree. They are a bit further out of the mainstream of weekend warriors and less commercial. You can find plenty of small independent family vineyards that usually only sell wine from the tasting room rather than via brokers.
Each tasting room is unique including the view of the landscape, the personality of the staff, and the décor. Some are rustic; others are elegant. Usually the staff asks where you are from, whether or not you have tasted the wine before. They will explain the grapes, the characteristics of the wine etc. Most vineyards charge about $10 for a tasting. The fee is frequently waived if you buy a bottle of wine. It’s generally a friendly environment where you can strike up a conversation with other visitors without hesitation.
Another reason why I prefer tasting outside of Napa is because you can have a very peaceful picnic lunch on the grounds of vineyard. Many have picnic tables and don’t mind if you sit to enjoy a sandwich that you’ve brought from somewhere else. It’s best to ask first to be polite. Some will even allow you to take your tasting outside to enjoy.
By far, one of my favorite lunch stops is Jim Town. It’s been 3 weeks since my trip to wine country and I still think about the sandwich I bought. Fig, prosciutto, Point Ryes Blue cheese and crusty French bread. I’ve tied to replicate the sandwich twice, but it’s not the same. My mouth is still watering. I had a picnic lunch that day at Stevens. I tried Charbona wine for the first time. It’s a rare grape that was brought to Napa decade ago by Italian immigrants. There are now less then 20 acres left of the grape in Napa, so I was told at the tasting. (Note: Grill 23 in Boston has Charbona on its extensive wine list.)
Calistoga is quaint, but gentrified. The architecture nonetheless gives you an idea of old school California and what life was like at a slower pace years ago. We stayed at the Clarion Lodge for about $300 night. It was within walking distance to town and near a state park with hiking trails that overlooked the valley. The rooms were clean and comfortable.
Wine country is a great escape from reality. For example, there is no sign of a recession in wine country. The vineyards command a high price for a bottle of wine. Despite what I’ve read about the wine industry struggling, it appears to be quite healthy in CA. Yes, you could argue that we visited higher-end vineyards, but certainly not the Opus One’s of the industry. Papa P’s for example averages about $40 a bottle – among the best Pinot’s I’ve tasted, but still $40 a bottle is extravagant. Yes, I bought a bottle. It’s vacation after all.
On my last day, I had a relaxing lunch at Solbar which has earned any hype. We sat outside in the courtyard. There are brown wicker chairs with sage green coushins. You hear the sound of water trickling via a near by water fountain. The swimming pool with cozy cabanas was also next to our seating area. All of this surrounded by the natural beauty of the valley. I savored every bite and minute. I was in the final stretch of vacation. I would enjoy a lovely drive back to SFO in time for a red eye home. It was a painful transition, but the memories are lasting.
Good Bye Back Bay, Hello Davis Square!
Well, it’s official. I moved to the “suburbs” of Boston last week. Although, I’m sure the residents of Somerville would disagree with that characterization. In any case, it’s the end of an era, and the beginning of a new one.
For nearly seven years, I lived on the third floor of a beautiful brownstone on Newbury Street in Back Bay.
The center of my universe happened to be the block between Gloucester and Hereford Streets. Just around the corner from Tom Brady’s Comm Ave. condo at one point.
I have so many fond memories of this elegant neighborhood. I’m pretty sure I explored every inch of it over the years, and I loved what I saw every single day. I’ve seen many stores and restaurants come and go. Particularly on the corner of Gloucester. We’ll see how long Cafeteria lasts. I bet I’ve eaten more than 100 of gyros at Steve’s Greek Food. I”m not proud of this. 🙂 Similar to the amount of money I have paid in rent of the years, there are some numbers you should not think about.
I”ll miss the beautiful architecture and peaceful parks. Strolling along Newbury on a quiet Sunday evening or after a snow storm. Lighted trees during the Christmas holiday season. Great people watching. Convenient access to everything including the Esplande and the Boston Public Library which has a beautiful courtyard and a fine collection of art, maps and of course books. I’ll miss my regular visits to Lord & Taylor en route to Shaw’s.
Interestingly, after seven years, you know all of the panhandlers in the neighborhood, and you hope they are OK when not found in their usual spot. Some sing the same repetitive song such as the guy near CVS who sings, “Change, change, change, can anyone spare a little change, change, change.” Others just shake a cup. Most are middle aged men, but sadly, I’ve noticed younger people recently.
There are plenty of interesting characters in Back Bay. There is the artist that paints in front of Sonsi‘s wearing cut off jean shorts and usually nothing else in the Summer. There are the usual suspects at popular Back Bay watering holes. “Champagne Tony” to name one. Oh, there is a biker who emerges each spring and rides his trike down Newbury yelling moo-ve, moo-ve. Nobody really knows what he is saying, but they do know to get out of his way.
I’ll miss the annual Santa Speedo run in December. Men running in Speedos and Santa caps down Newbury Street. Yep. It’s a sight. Actually, women have joined the ranks in recent years. Not sure why they would subject themselves to such a spectacle.
Berklee’s graduation is pretty cool. The graduates parade around the block lead by a big band. I’ve always assumed it was Berklee, but I’m actually not sure.
My top five places for casual eats:
1) Piattini- great selection of salads, small plates of pasta and wine by the glass.
2) Trident cafe– Great place to read, people watch and have tea or another beverage of choice.
3) The Other Side Cafe- Decent sandwiches in a funky atmosphere.
4) Parrish Cafe- Regal Regis Sandwich is my favorite. Nice selection of food and drinks.
5) Bar Lola- for the outside deck and Sangria.
Mostly, I’ll miss being within walking distance to everything including many of my friends. Fortunately, I’m on the Red Line, and just a short trip away.
I look forward to exploring my new neighborhood, and I’ll write about my first impressions next.
Perouges France: A charming Medieval Village

Written from the heart.
The name of this ancient french city about 2o miles east of Lyon reminds me of Periogie, but that is likely due to my poor french pronunciation. Yes, I know better.
The day my friend Mary and I visited Perouges it was nearly deserted and eerily quiet. We arrived late morning mid-week, and we parked in an empty lot that is not doubt filled during tourist season. It was a cool spring day. At one point, rain quickly turned into snow flakes and then minutes later-nothing. Apparently, the weather there changes more quickly than in New England.
We walked along the cobblestone street past stone buildings. There were only a few other people strolling around. I felt as though we were sneaking around in forbidden territory, but a reverent town is best explored peacefully. I was grateful there weren’t droves of tourists to ruin the experience.You know how they are. 🙂
Perouge is small. I suspect about half the size of one city block in Boston.
There are a few shops, galleries and restaurants in the historic town. Only two restaurants and one shop were open during our visit. We stopped in the shop and spoke in broken French to the women working there. She said the season is off to a very slow start, and people are afraid to spend money due to the uncertainty of the economy. Being a brave American, I bought a few small items including a jar of jelly and post cards. She recommended that we have lunch at L’Ostellerie du Viex Perouges. It’s a Michelin rated restaurant. Apparently President Clinton ate there in the 90’s. Now, they can tell people that I ate there in 2009! 🙂
Lunch, as she warned us, was expensive at 40 euro/person, but reasonable when you consider it was 3 courses in a one-of-a-kind venue with excellent service . I had smoked duck with avocado, chicken with veggies. Their specialty dessert is galette pérugienne à la crème (the “pancake of Pérouges”). I realize chicken and duck sound boring, but I can’t recall the name of the sauce. Trust me, it was beyond fresh and flavorful. This region of France is known for gastronomy.
While the dessert looks like pizza crust, it’s not! It’s dough made with sugar, lemon, and butter. If that’s not fattening enough, the waitress arrived with a vat of creme and scooped a healthy portion onto the “pancake.” Not cool whip. 100% creme. It was so thick and buttery it looked like French vanilla ice-cream. I cried uncle! Could not eat another bite, but somehow I managed to eat the entire desert (a slice not the entire pancake). After all, I can’t have this dessert in Boston.

You see what I'm saying?
Oh, I should mention that at Noon, many people arrived in town to have lunch at the restaurant. All business men actually. Apparently, there is a car factory near by. Mary and I were the only two women eating at the restaurant. The other women worked there.
There were many impressive details to note from this lunch, but I think the wine list stands out. Not just for the fabulous selection of regional wines available, but specifically because it was hand written on a very large sheet of parchment paper. You can’t tell in this picture, but the wine list was about 3 ft x 2 ft. Check it out!

What a beautiful wine list!
It was a short day trip, but a very memorable experience. If you are in the area, I recommend a visit to Perouges.
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