Last night I took my “amante”, who is here on a short visit, to Bottega del Vino on 59th street.
I ordered a bottle of Blauburgunder from the Alto Adige. Not that I’m a connaisseur, but I have a weak spot for wines from the Alto Adige.
The wine arrived, I tasted as I always do hastily and I said, as I always do: “Yes, it’s good.” My amante tasted shortly after and said: “There is something strange with this wine, it seems as if there are bubbles in the wine.” I don’t like doing this but I asked for the sommelier and I said: “The lady is not too happy with the wine. Could you please taste the wine?” There is a coward lurking in me, especially when it comes to sommeliers.
“Ah,” the sommelier proclaimed, “if the lady is not happy, we are going to make her happy.”