It’s with great sadness that I report the WSJ’s wine columnists, Dorothy J. Gaiter Brecher and John Brecher, are hanging up their little tasting cups.
They don’t say why, but they do go out on a high: their list of delicious finds in 2009.
They also leave us with some wine resolutions for 2010. I especially like #3, take a wine trip. After spending two weeks in France—with wine not the focus, yet still playing a great part—I heartily recommend spending at least a day in pursuit of a wine adventure.
On the above-mentioned trip, I had lunch at a café across from the Tour Saint Jacques, what’s left of the church that was the official starting point for medieval pilgrims bound for Santiago de Compostela. On my original trip 30 years ago, I’d stumbled onto the tower accidentally, then made sure to tag it on my way out to Santiago on my bicycle.
On two subsequent trips I found it again without intending to, & each time had a coffee in this café, so I wanted to reconnect this time.
It was a grey, rainy, cold Sunday afternoon, a good day to be inside watching the world. A good day for onion soup. An excellent day for Champagne.
They don’t say why, but they do go out on a high: their list of delicious finds in 2009.
They also leave us with some wine resolutions for 2010. I especially like #3, take a wine trip. After spending two weeks in France—with wine not the focus, yet still playing a great part—I heartily recommend spending at least a day in pursuit of a wine adventure.
On the above-mentioned trip, I had lunch at a café across from the Tour Saint Jacques, what’s left of the church that was the official starting point for medieval pilgrims bound for Santiago de Compostela. On my original trip 30 years ago, I’d stumbled onto the tower accidentally, then made sure to tag it on my way out to Santiago on my bicycle.
On two subsequent trips I found it again without intending to, & each time had a coffee in this café, so I wanted to reconnect this time.
It was a grey, rainy, cold Sunday afternoon, a good day to be inside watching the world. A good day for onion soup. An excellent day for Champagne.
So that's what I had for lunch.
That’s one of the things I love about France. It’s always time for Champagne.
(I did have the soup, too, in case anyone’s concerned.)
So my idea of heaven would be a week in Champagne, trying all types of Champagne; possibly with some food to accompany it, too.
It'll help me weather the loss of Dorothy and John.
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