My vintner sells a bottle of $10 Chardonnay. My palate torched by even more unpalatable wines appreciated the almond and citrus hints of this Languedoc vintage thanks to many summers spent in that southern region of France. My cousin, Runback, would consider this swill. His taste runs to wines of a better caliber. Financiers don’t drink cheap.
“What’s your best wine?” Runback will ask the sommellier at New York’s 3-star restaurants. A big earner is a big spender. My cousin is a firm believer in the ‘trickle-down’ theory of wealth acquisition and a near-death experience during a Boston Bruins game taught him the value of the pursuit of happiness.
Life is short.
Let’s make the best of it.
This afternoon Richie Boy was exulting in the glory of having sold Burma ruby earrings during a dinner at La Bernadin. Later in the day his waiter entered the store and bought a $22,000 diamond engagement ring.
“That was my best lunch ever.”
Richie Boy said nothing about his meal, but he was friend’s with the chef. His lunch had to be delicious. I had a 50% off sushi from a no-star eatery on 46th Street. But I have no complaints. A $10 bottle of wine gets you as drunk as a 1961 Chateau Latour which cost only $3 at release.
Save the winos.
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