NY Wine Salon is proud to present a cinematic taste of Portugal. In Brooklyn. Filmmaker Ken Payton, known for his in-depth and incisive blog Reign of Terroir, will screen his documentary film AÇORES: FROM LAVA TO WINE. Ken Payton will be on hand for this one-hour screening, preceded by a reception of sympatico food and wine, provided by both the filmmaker and Esporão. Don’t miss this New York debut of one of wine’s most authentic voices.
Vendy & Vine
Written by Peter Hellman Wednesday, 19 October 2011 08:46
A friend of mine insists that ceiling height can impact our enjoyment of wine. As I ferried out to Governor’s Island on a recent Saturday for the finals of the seventh annual Vendy Awards truck and street-cart food competition, I wondered how wine would taste under the tallest ceiling of all available to urban me—open sky over New York Harbor.
Along with a sea of beer (Brooklyn Brewery) and soft drinks to lubricate the vying offerings of the 20 finalists, there was also wine: Lapostolle’s entry level Casa Sauvignon Blanc 2010 and Casa Carmenère 2010, generously poured into plastic cups. Lapostolle wines, right up to portfolio leader Clos Apalta, always seem to carry the energy and self-assurance of the winery’s proprietor, Alexandra Marnier Lapostolle. For sure, these entry level “Casa” wines (widely available at about $10) had it. And they needed it, given the full-on flavors delivered by chefs who normally work the curb.
While long lines stretched in front of several trucks, inexplicably there was no wait at The Cinnamon Snail, a
But there was serenity at Eddie’s Pizza truck, where the Casa Sauvignon Blanc sang out its herbal notes with pesto-sauced fusilli laced with bits of cherry tomato. The song was still sweet when I sipped the same wine with a steamed pork tamale from Tamales Guadalupe. I was hoping to try the Casa Carmenère with Korilla Korean BBQ, specializing in black angus ribeye steak. But I hadn’t schlepped out to
Before heading back to the mainland, I wangled another pour of Casa Caremenère and wandered down to an unpeopled corner of the broad lawn where the vendors were lined up. Lazing against the trunk of an oak tree, I had a view of the harbor framed by red brick barracks from the era when the Coast Guard ruled