Walking through the Lower East side, Tuesday night 11:03pm on 1st Avenue en route to Hearth for a Skurnik Wines Champagne slaying. Spot a man who has set up shop along a fence selling used clothing, albums, small appliances, DVD's, etc, but mainly t-shirts. Odd timing for a "yard sale", but I digress.While we breeze by the wares, another gentleman states to the "shop" owner in hopes of barter, "I've got some really good Swiss cheese. You like cheese, right?"
I shit you not; couldn't possibly make that up. I'm not that clever. Only in NYC...
The Champagne was great and the sights beautifully etched. You gotta love a lubricated Terry Thiese, a pig roast with all the trimmings and a few wrestling matches in a room filled with NY's most talented sommeliers grappling for table scraps of bubbly. It made the whole evening unforgettable. Gaston Chiquet Blanc de Blancs d'Ay, especially so with its brilliant apple-laced fruit, protractor-like precision and overflow of fun in a flute.
Italy remembrances coming tomorrow.
JCB the 4th
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