Extreme flavors and price mark it as a cut above “No, you are not spending $65 on that teeny, tiny bottle of wine,” said my wife, arms crossed, hands on hips. “You don’t understand,” I said, cradling the bottle like it was a baby, “it’s ice wine!” I left without my ice wine that day,
I feel like every time I proclaim the end to miserable weather in this column, we are struck with another swath of rain, sleet, high winds or snow. That’s why this time I will start, instead, by making an observation that may or may not be a harbinger of good (hopefully excellent) weather to come:
Sooner or later, this rain is going to end. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself. Sure, we’ve gotten a couple hints of the warm, sunshiny weather that summer surely has in store for us, but it always seems to be followed by another half-week of gloom and doom. Well, I’ve already checked into 
Vino rojo that’s as light and refreshing as springtime We’re in that weird period now in New York City weather; it isn’t cold, but it isn’t hot. In most areas of the country, the weather professionals would refer to this as “spring.” That season, however, does not exist in New York City. Instead, we have 
Wines to pair with barbecue We walked, Natali, our Yorkie Phin and I, down Prospect Park West after a sunny and relaxing day watching kite flyers and picnickers. As we cleared the corner and started toward 7th, where our car was parked, a familiar smell wafted through the air; a smell that I had almost 
