Have you ever had a period of time where the wines that you drink just don’t do it for you? I know that I sometimes go through a drinking cycle where wine after wine that I open is less than inspiring. I recognize that this means that I am not very European and view wine as more than just a beverage—after all, how often does one expect inspiration from the skim milk with the morning cereal? But if I am dropping $30, $40, $50 or more on 24 ounces of beverage, I am always seeking, if not a transcendental experience, then at least one that makes me sit up and say to myself, “Damn, that’s really good wine.”
Last night’s dinner was one of those “Yeah, the milk is reasonably refreshing and not sour—it’s fine” experiences. What shocked me is that this somewhat banal experience came at the hands of my great wine love, syrah. Our group loves syrahs, and it is safe to say that we drink more SQNs, Saxums, Lillians, Albans, Jaffurs and Carlisles than the average bear. Of course, other than Carlisle, all of those are from the Central Coast. Now I can hear you say, “Well, of course, Page is not going to like those other syrahs. His palate has been bombarded with the ripe density of Central Coast syrahs and he cannot appreciate the grace that one gets from Northern Rhone or the better North Coast syrahs.” All I have to say is that while it may be true that my palate, like my nose, is a blunt instrument dulled by years of ponderous wines, it was just last month where our group had a dinner completely devoted to Northern Rhones, including a bunch with a few decades of age on them, and that was, for me and others in the group, a transcendental experience—plenty of farkin’ delicious wines on that night. When one of your WOTNs is a chardonnay (and I really don’t even like white wines), as it was for me last night, you know that something is wrong.
But let’s start with the positives, which originally caused a sense of dread in me. We had the dinner at Palate Food & Wine along the Avenue of Cars in Glendale, CA. Palate has gotten very good reviews and the food looked delish on the website (of course, if you cannot make the food look good on your own website, you need either a new website designer or a new chef). Palate is also 30 miles from my house and the clusterfu*k known as downtown LA is situated right between the two points. Plus last night there was (i) the first Dodgers playoff game and (ii) a Lakers preseason game. Fortunately the Dodgers game started at 6.35pm so that by the time I approached Chavez Ravine, everyone was comfortably in their seats watching the first inning. 70 minutes door to door is long but manageable in my book and return home trip took all of 33 minutes as we got out of the dinner in the 8th inning.
But man was the trip worthwhile. Bennett Traub, our host with the most last night, worked closely with the chef/owner Octavio and the somm Steve at Palate and it came off flawlessly. Every dish was at least a ground rule double and there were a few shots out of the park (the pork rillet/ham & eggs and the braised short ribs with creamed horseradish were oh so tasty). If you are anywhere near Glendale, check out Palate.
Onto the wines.
We started with two chards, the 2005 Salinia Heintz and the 2006 Ceritas Porter Bass. Both were better with the pork and salmon spreads from mason jars than by themselves, but the Ceritas was too lean and austere for me. The Salinia had a bit more roundness and fruit forwardness (without being buttery and oaky) and I found it quite nice.
I was not crazy about the Washington syrah flight (and yes, there was no Cayuse—we’ve had a fair amount of Cayuse and let’s just say that the group is not crazy about them). I found the 2003 Betz Cote Rousse to be full of over-ripe dark berry fruit with a tart citric streak—it really reminded me of a lot of the Pax wines that I have had recently (and Pax wines are referred to by fellow Wino Marc Abrams as TLS—tart liquid, well you get the idea). The Copain 2002 Cailloux & Cocinnelle was my favorite of the flight—a solid B performer, with enough balanced fruit and minerality to make it enjoyable if not awe-inspiring. I liked the 1999 Dunhum Lewis at first but felt that it faded rather quickly in the glass.
The next flight was a smattering of Napa syrahs. I have had the 2002 Lewis before and while it was quite good initially two months it quickly fell into somewhat below averageness. This bottle was not as good as the earlier bottle. The very ripe fruit provided initial pleasure but it became mediocre fast and the nose became very funky and alcoholic. What shocked me most about the 2002 Scholium Scheria is that it actually tasted like wine, a rarity for me for Scholium wines and I kind of liked it. It was intensely primary and, upon deeper analysis, disjointed and the nose developed into something that was both fascinating and horrific at the same time. The 2001 Lagier Meredith was my WOTF—it was a very good wine and I am sure that I would be happy to drink it with a dinner any night (although not good enough that I feel compelled to seek out more LM). As has been the case with other LM syrahs in the past, balance is the key here and there were no sharp edges or disjointed streaks in the wine. I also like the 2000 Araujo, which I felt continued to improve in the glass.
The next flight should be known as the Walter Page Memorial Flight as I contributed three of the four wines and there were some very strong/negative feelings about the wines. The less than is said about the under-ripe 2005 Sandler Connell the better—grapes of green olive ass was the best descriptor. Plus it has got one of the ugliest labels known to man–the designer behind the Martinelli Giuseppe & Louisa and the old Foley Claret must have worked extra hard on this one. The 2005 Holdredge RRV elicited very differing opinions—one end of the table hated it and the other liked it. Sitting in the middle, I found myself, well, in the middle. I think that it had nice dark berry flavors, but with light density on the palate and a brief finish. The 2005 Peay La Bruma was fine, but just fine, kind of like that morning glass of milk, and was sufficiently unmemorable that I really cannot recollect any details–that said, this was another wine that I would be happy to have with dinner tonight. The 2006 Jemrose Cardiac Hill was everything that one wants in a syrah, rich but not over-ripe fruit, nice mouth density, but something seemed to be missing (that je ne sais quoi?) that would have put this from the good to the very good or great category.
The final flight was a bunch of old bones. The 1993 Edmund St John Durrell was shot. I didn’t really fancy the 1995 Edmund St John Durrell (and I used to love this wine) as I thought that the fruit had left the building and all we had were the secondary flavors; some folks really liked what it had to offer, but I prefer rich fruit in my syrahs so this may be more about me than about the wine. The 1997 Dehlinger was still pretty fresh for a 12 year old—not a showoff but enough muted red fruit to keep things interesting, just as I would have expected from an older Dehlinger syrah. I will let others describe the 1995 Arrowood Saralee’s. All I remember is that it was solid and not something that I was compelled to drink with the drive ahead of me.
We ended with a 1959 Ch Gillette Crème de Tete. I always feel that those of us born in 1959 need to stick together, but I have to be honest, just like your humble scrivener, the Gillette has seen better days. I thought that it was a bit oxidized, but it was a great treat to try a birthyear wine in my 50th year in any case.
As always, it was fun getting together with the guys. And shout-outs have to go to Bennett Traub who created with Palate a great dinner. And no doubt Bennett will have much better notes (and much different impressions—he was at the other end of the table). Bravo Bennett.