As all true sons and daughters of Maine know, “decent” is the descriptor-of-choice when you wish to signal that
A. Something is good, even superlative
and
B. You are not “from away”
I defer to other worthies to share tasting notes, but suffice to say, lunch was decent.
@Alex_Valdes @Nick_Christie and “I AM smiling” @MChang about to dig in
Champagne starters, “Holy Moly division”.
It wasn’t a fair fight for the Comtes (very good); Salon, is my desert Island champagne. Thank you much, @dcornutt and Nick.
Next up, Raveneau le Clos, 11 vs. 13, courtesy of Michael Lustig and @Andrew_K who commanded, “Oysters people, get busy!” As they say in the fashion world, Very correct. Great stuff.
Cros Parantoux 90 vs. 96. My first exposure to this Jayer-farmed Vosne parcel that the ever-reliable Steen Ohman of Winehog calls the sweet spot of Richebourg. (CP is nestled above Riche).
The 90’, fresh as a daisy, was my WOTP (Wine of the Paulee), thanks to @Matthew_King, aka: Zelig. He materialized everywhere I turned in NYC with eclectic, memorable bottles in hand. Kudos to Alex V for the 96.
In case lunch wasn’t over the top yet, Michael C shared dueling Chambertins.
By now we were attracting attention from other diners.
And then there was one.
There are tastings when you spit, and tastings where you swallow. Folks were moving a little slow after a bibulous Thursday night and then the morning’s Verticals, but these brave souls roused to heroic effort.
Reader, we did not spit.

















