Posted: Jul 31, 2007 3:58pm ET
With the impending sale of Stag's Leap Wine Cellars , another great California name seems to be passing into its next phase. Whether that phase is good or bad remains to be seen. I remember how the Stag's Leap wines from the late '70s and early '80s were prized bottles, in the early days of my own wine cellar.
Posted: Jul 26, 2007 4:48pm ET
How much would you pay for a perfect bottle of wine? And I don’t mean a 100-point wine, either. I mean a perfectly stored bottle, free of any cork taint or other flaws. In reporting on the machine that can detect TCA on unopened bottles of wine , I began to ask myself this very question.
Posted: Jul 24, 2007 1:39pm ET
In Wine Spectator 's Aug. 31 issue , which just hit newsstands, we announce the winners of our 2007 Restaurant Awards. In this annual program, we recognize establishments throughout the world with top wine programs, and this year 3,955 restaurants received a nod from us.
Posted: Jul 17, 2007 4:04pm ET
Today was a good day—the kind that puts me in a good mood. I know what you're thinking: How could I ever not be in a good mood when I get to taste wine for a living? Well, sometimes it's not glamorous—like when one of the tasting coordinators tells me, "Hey, we've got 20 Chilean Merlots lined up for you today.
Posted: Jul 13, 2007 12:12pm ET
In his blog yesterday, Harvey Steiman notes how many of the modern-day steak houses are wine-selling machines, and I couldn't agree more. That's why I love them—they really crank through a lot of the juice.
Posted: Jul 10, 2007 1:47pm ET
Two meals in the last week made me realize how the wines I celebrate with have changed dramatically in just the last few years. One dinner was to celebrate my wife’s birthday, the other meal was to celebrate a successful day on the golf course.
Posted: Jul 2, 2007 10:37am ET
For our most recent ‘date night’ Nancy and I, along with another couple, decided to check out Suba. If you know me at all then you know I did not choose this restaurant. For starters, it’s located on a named street between two named streets, as opposed to a numbered street between two avenues—and I’m one of those Manhattanites that only ventures below 14th Street about once every three or four years (and only in emergency situations).