2011 Schrader LPV Beckstoffer
John Turi - Wine, Red Wine

Schrader LPV Beckstoffer, 2011

October 31, 2016 • By

Wine Rating: 95

Saturday – Dinner Party

Several times a year, a friend invites me to a dinner party that he hosts at his stunning home, for an evening of bountiful eats. This review reflects on that night.

The gathering that kicked off in the late afternoon and consisted of endless trays of lobster tails, crab legs, coconut shrimp, and waiting on a nearby table, were countless sides that went perfectly with shellfish. I contributed to the evening’s bounty by bringing 10 pounds of my tasty homemade baked ziti, which was a big hit.


Kosta Browne 4-Barrel
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Kosta Browne, 4-Barrel Pinot Noir, 2006

August 31, 2016 • By

Wine Rating: 94

Today class, we are going to discuss Tasting Analysis in wine. I’m going to break down this process for you and in doing so, show you just how random this method is. It’s like Psychology; there is no wrong answer. Before I dive headfirst into this shallow pool, let me first say that in its simplest form, drinking wine is a pleasure ritual. Tasting wine is not.


The French Laundry Kitchen
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The French Laundry, A Tale of Food and Wine Pleasure

March 16, 2016 • By

“When you acknowledge, as you must, that there is no such thing as perfect food, only the idea of it, then the real purpose of striving toward perfection becomes clear: to make people happy, that is what cooking is all about.” ― Thomas Keller

An individual approach is needed, even before you decide to dine at The French Laundry. One must be exploratory. Also, it helps if you’re someone who enjoys creative and diverse foods within a highly skilled fine dining setting.


Marcassin, Three Sisters Chardonnay 2010
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Marcassin, Three Sisters Chardonnay, 2010

June 25, 2016 • By

Wine Rating: 94

Lunch – Laguna Beach, June

After a long drive on PCH, we pull into a place we have been to many times. We valet the Porsche (a vintage 1984 Cabriolet) and walk in to the bistro. The smell of fresh seafood being prepped hooks our senses. They have been expecting us. The man who runs the front of the house escorts us outside. From atop the cliffs and as far as the eye can see, are green and blue hues of the Pacific. The California sun lightly toasts our skin as we are seated and a gentle breeze carries the unmistakable sharp smell of the ocean water to us. From our table, we watch large waves crash on the jetted rocks below. A muddled thud echoes as the surf breaks and it sounds like an elephant jumping out of a tree.