A few bits of ageless wine wisdom to drink by And so we have come, dear reader, to the end of the road. Yes, I am sad to report that you are reading what is to be the final installment of Penniless Epicure published by Manhattan Media. I don’t know if I’ve actually picked up 
Looking on the Sunny Side of South African Wines Many years ago, when I moved to New York City, I was forced to earn my living from temp work. I say forced, but really I was lucky to have a job, with the limited skill set that I had. Unfortunately, though, it meant I was
Whatever your politics are, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that there are some pretty huge problems inherent in the current business of agriculture. Way back in the 1920s, before anyone was yammering on about corn subsidies or crop rotation, an Austrian scientist named Rudolf Steiner developed a revolutionary treatise concerning the growing
Forget Long Island—these Finger Lake whites are the real deal Anyone who knows me knows that I cheer for the underdog—especially when it comes to wine. And when I was a wine director, I would often try to convince patrons to branch out and try something new. Some people called my methods sneaky. I argue
I love Italian wine, but there’s a lot about the wines from the big boot that can be a little intimidating and just plain confusing. For instance, here’s a pop quiz: When is a montepulciano not a Montepulciano? When it’s a montepulciano, not from Montepulciano. Confused? So are most people when trying to buy Italian wine.
Argentinian malbecs are ready for their close-up It wasn’t all that long ago that I had to beg people to try wine from South America. I almost felt like a snake oil salesman giving them a spiel that, in the end, I always worried would overhype their expectations. But it never did, and the reason
I’ve said it once and I’ll say it a million more times: Drink what you like, no matter what the “rule” is. That being said, there are suggestions (I won’t call them rules) that are in place because, well, some things just go together better than others. And some things don’t go together at all.
“You’re a writer, huh? What kind of stuff do you write?” “Oh, a little of this,” I said, staring at my shoes, knowing exactly where this conversation was headed, “A little of that.” “Like what? What’s one of the things you get paid to write about?” “Wine.” My single-word answer was followed by an unconscious
Don’t follow the mob when it comes to this aging process I want to get it out on the table: I am just as confused as any of you are by many of the popular trends in wine today. And it isn’t just the often hilarious terminology (I could write an entire post on that), 
By Paul Bisceglio Never fear, New York. In the words of McSorley’s Old Ale House’s facebook page, the city’s oldest continually operated saloon “aint going anywhere.” Rumor spread on Monday that McSorley’s was on its way out when Jeremiah’s Vanishing New York posted the following report from an artist friend who went to the 7th 
