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 
Tasty drinks for a night on the town By Megan Bungeroth, Annie Denes, Jon Lentz When the mood to imbibe strikes, you can grab a beer or a gin and tonic at any old bar in the neighborhood. But when you’re craving a delicious, expertly crafted cocktail, the likes of which can only be invented
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 
By Amanda Woods With so many Italian eateries in New York City, it can be difficult to find an “authentic” one—offering 100 percent home-cooked food and an ambience that transports diners to Italy, if only for an hour or two. Dopo Teatro East, which opened on East 62nd Street between First and Second avenues at 
One of the best parts of the Olympic Games is the way network TV covers the host city. No matter where it is, pre-Games coverage includes a breathless narrative of the country’s proud traditions, its friendly people and its position for a stronger tomorrow over gauzy shot after gauzy shot of sweeping vistas and laughing 
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. 
While many applauded Mayor Bloomberg’s implementation of the restaurant letter grading system to bring transparency to a Byzantine health inspection process, it’s never held much sway for me; everyone knows the best restaurants are the ones most likely to inspire, at best, a grudging C grade and a passing glare from daintier patrons. 
