Personal and idiosyncratic comments on some of the vital elixirs of life, primarily wine and spirits, but including whatever else I deem important or necessary, as the mood strikes me.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Cahors, the Malbec Superstar: Tasting The Wines
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A Cahors Of A Different Color...
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Monday, May 24, 2010
Toulouse, Cahors and the Malbec Conference
Toulouse is a pleasant town, prosperous and tidy and businesslike, with throngs of young people and bustling businessmen giving a placid sense of stability to it. Outside of the monumental names of the streets and boulevards honoring statesmen and financiers and epic battles and almost forgotten great victories, Toulouse has little feel of age. This is a city concentrated more on the now than the glories of then.
Worn down by a hopscotch trip of Portland to Seattle, Seattle to Amsterdam and Amsterdam to Toulouse I’m content to just wander and amble and soak up the feel of the city. The vaunted Dutch sense of sturdy efficiency failed at Amsterdam---well, sturdy is still there, but efficiency lacks, as KLM was unable to handle all the routing of the carrier code share and required hundreds of passengers to stand and wait for a handful of agents to figure out where, exactly, each of these people were in the network, and where they should go next. When that is done, of course the plane is leaving any minute, so we must run and twist through the crowds---with another trip through security?---dash through endless halls and channels and connectors, and arrive sweaty and disheveled and gasping at the gate where the plane is of course nowhere near boarding.
Once in Toulouse we become the wards of the French system, with its own internal logic. We stand and wait at the baggage carousel…and wait…and wait…and wait. Finally, small clots of bags fitfully emerge from the gaping ribboned maw. Then the belt stops…with half the passengers still standing empty handed, with faint looks of concern beginning to show on their slack faces. We mill around, standing next to the ‘sortie secours’ exit standing open to Toulouse as the locals file in and out. I finally wander around the terminal and find a poorly signed baggage claim office, where the pleasant young lady cheerfully checks the computer and informs me I do not have a problem for there is no notification in the system that I have a problem.
As I wearily stand and begin to walk back to the carousel, she stops me and says, “But wait, perhaps you are standing at the wrong carousel!”
“Number Five is where the monitor said the luggage would arrive. I was at Number Five.”
“Ah. Yes, but you see that is only for those who are French,” she said, “And all others must pick up their luggage from Carousel Seven, which is in a different area!”
“And how, if there is no sign and no person to tell us of this, how are we supposed to know?” I ask.
She shrugs. “It is the Custom, sir.”
“The custom?” I ask.
“Non, non, Monsieur, the Custom, les Douanes.”
“Ah.” I go to Carousel Seven, find my luggage, roll it to the three Custom agents, and get waved through without a glance to explore Toulouse.
A sparkling clean accordion bus conveys me quickly through the heart of Toulouse and deposits me at Gare Montabiau. I trundle over to the boulevard and immediately see the Hotel Icare, which I booked for the evening only because it promised to be within easy reach of the Gare and the Centreville. And so it is.
It is also surprising in its space and comfort and hospitality for such a well located and inexpensive place. The hotel is located, felicitously on the Avenue Bonrepos.
My customary approach when arriving in a town new to me is simply to walk, largely at random, and to observe and get the feel and rhythm and tone of the city, to watch the people as they go about, and to listen to the sound of the place. Toulouse has a steady, quiet hum about it, not raucous or jarring, not slow, but not too brisk either. The city moves at a measured pace, as do the people, and as the evening comes on, the city, and the people and the traffic slowly quiet and settle into…bonrepos.
I stroll along the Canal du Midi that runs along the boulevard through town and in front of my hotel. It is shaded with the leafy overhang of trees and eerily still and quiet in ironic counterpoint to the prodigious tumult it created in the wealth and productivity of this region. The wonder of its age, the commercial link from the Mediterranean to the Atlantic, the artery that pulsed with all the goods flowing along it for so many years, the waterway that changed forever this corner of France, bringing evolution and revolution---now dead still and quiet with leaves floating undisturbed on its milky green surface. For the entire two days I am here not one single boat disturbs the waters; the liquid highway of the 18th Century is now nothing but a long, unused watery corridor of obsolescence.
I prove once again that despite the sighs and affirmations of tourists bedazzled by la belle France, it is all too easy to find a mediocre meal in this country of fine dining. A passable but far too dry salad of bresaola on peppery arugula (but with cheaper chopped lettuce underneath) is first; this is followed by a dull pasta alla matriciana with watery sauce, and accompanied by a forgettable half bottle of Montepulciano. I had actually ordered a bottle of Cerasuolo and, not trusting my barbarous so-called French (so called by Frenchmen), I had pointed out the Cerasuolo on the menu; yet I still received the Montepulciano, and too tired to make an issue of it, I drank it down.
I’d chosen my table carefully so I could both be outside and relatively smoke free---not an easy feat in this land of smokers---and for a while I was able to eat and watch the twinkling lights of the faux-antique merry-go-round on the Place Wilson and observe the throngs of people on this pleasant Spring evening. But the two talkative jeune filles at the table next finished their meal and then began to aggressively light up and spew a rather amazing amount of cigarette smoke as they gesticulated their cigarettes to aid their conversation. Now befogged by cigarettes and jet lag, I gave up and trudged back to my hotel in the cool night air.
Toulouse to Cahors
It is an uneventful trip from Toulouse to Cahors on this new artery of autoroute that has replaced the now slow moving Canal du Midi. The land becomes more rugged as we go higher in altitude, with jagged rock thrusting out from the greenery of trees. At first the town of Cahors shows its seedy side of car lots and repair shops and shabby industrial areas, but as we cross over the River Lot the town suddenly blossoms into bourgeois respectability of staid hotel de ville and fashionable sidewalk cafes and discreet offices of businessmen and professionals.
I am here for the Cahors Malbec Conference and apparently this modest city will be inundated by visitors for the event, with attendees lodged as far as 45 minutes away. Logistically this will be a monumental challenge and I count myself lucky that I am lodged close in.
Of course blessings are always balanced, so my hotel turns out to be a Euro version of Motel 6, La Campanile. Still, it’s serviceable, and more convenient than a rustic bed and brekky in the lush green countryside. And to add to its charm, it’s next to a McDonald’s!!! O joy.
But I’m here, and it’s time to drop the bags in the room and off to the Espace Valentre on the Lot and sample hundreds of Cahors Malbecs.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Paint It Black
Monday, May 3, 2010
The Intrepid Home Bartender: Bitters
Bitters
It's impossible to have a good home bar without them. And one choice very much does not fit all with bitters, so you'll have to keep a judicious assortment on hand to make the classic and popular cocktails your guests will appreciate.
The essence of a cocktail, and often the defining element of a mixed drink, bitters adds a complexity of aroma and taste otherwise lacking. They 'perk up' the cocktail with an astringency, a piquancy, and a counterpoint to the sweetness to bring balance to the formula.
You'll need an absolute minimum of three types of bitters in your bar, but in this case, more is better. In the first place, there are flavor components in the different bitters that will enhance your creations; in the second place, bitters are usually in small bottles, and those small bottles last for a long while, since usually only a dash or two is called for in a cocktail.
The three 'must have' bitters are the classic Angostura Bitters, Peychaud's Bitters, and Regan's Orange Bitters. But beyond those absolutes are many, many more.
This is the grandaddy of bitters, the one that graces all good bars. It is so necessary that last year when there was a brief shortage of Angostura on the market (not because of product, but because of bottle shortages) there was a spreading panic around the country, and hoarding of the precious bottles by worried bartenders. But the shortage is over and Angostura proliferates. Originating from South America, this is the bitters that most cocktails call for, and it is the necessary one for simple drinks like Pink Gin and the classic whiskey drinks such as the Manhattan.
There are two Angostura bitters now, the classic and their Orange Bitters. Both are excellent and totally dependable.
Also called Creole Bitters, and created in New Orleans for the progenitor cocktail, the Sazerac, by Monsieur Peychaud, an apothecary and cocktail inventor. The secret ingredients are different from the Angostura, and provide a slightly more exotic pungency that was literally created for the Sazerac and its bold base, either Cognac or rye whiskey.
Created out of frustration, really, by Gary Regan and his wife, to
provide a good and consistent quality orange bitters for cocktails, this bitters has vaulted in to third place in the bitters panoply for its versatility and intense citrus-fruit-based focus. And it serves as a piquant alternative to the classic Angostura and Peychaud.
The Fee Brothers company is an august establishment in New York that has long supplied the drinks industry with a full range of bitters. And bitters is only part of what they do---albeit a major part---for they offer other bar condiments as well. But their
bitters and syrups are the true appeal here. And they come in a dizzying array too: the classic Old Fashion (their equivalent to the Angostura), Orange, Peach, Mint, Lemon, Grapefruit, Rhubarb, Cherry, and the new but instant classic, Whiskey Barrel Aged Bitters. You'll find many of these on professional bars, part of the 'secret' of great bartenders since they add some pretty amazing flavor components in modern cocktail creations. You may not have room for the full range, of course, but you should have some of the Fee Brothers on hand for diversity and experimentation.
The Bitter Truth/Bittermens Bitters
A relative newcomer to the bitters scene, but instantly applauded for their fierce devotion to aromatic intensity and purity of flavors, The Bitter Truth came out of Germany, the brainchild of two passionate
men, and was an instant success. Only recently available on a broad scale in the U.S. market, The Bitter Truth range is now accesable here in Portland. They include Celery, Creole, Lemon, Orange, Old Time Aromatic, and under the Bittermens designation, Xocolatl Mole (!) and Grapefruit.
Another newcomer to the bitters scene, from the artisanal front, is this Seattle producer, with other exotic blends, including Chocolate, Grapefruit, Celery, Orange, Lavender, and Cardamom bitters. If your bent is towards more floral and fruity drinks, Scrappy's might be to your taste
As for finding these bitters, since they are not classified as alcoholic beverages (although they do contain alcohol, they are not considered such because they are "not for primary consumption" and therefore considered in the same league as vanilla extract and spices), they are readily available through premium grocery stores (such as Zupan's, for instance).
But hands down the single best place in Portland to find the full range of bitters is The Meadow, at 3731 N. Mississippi Avenue. The proprietors Mark and Jenny Bitterman (don't you love it!) are fanatics about bitters and they have everything they can possibly get. And they encourage you to sample the bitters in their shop before you buy! The Meadow is also a haven for a dizzying array of finishing salts and for chocoholics as well. Plus, there are some fun people there and it's a great place to visit. And they do web orders too.
For more info: There are tons of websites with information about bitters, and how they are used in cocktails. And there are cocktail recipes galore. A mere few of those abundant sites are Wikipedia,LeNell's, Michael Dietsch's weblog, A Dash of Bitters, DrinksMixer, The WebTender, and .AZ Drinks Recipes on their Bitters Recipe Page.
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The Intrepid Home Bartender: Vermouth
In order to have a great home bar, you have to have some great spirits to work with. But it's equally important to have the proper accoutrements as well, for you can't make a superlative cocktail without the right ingredients and the right equipment.
Three things a home bar should have: 1) good vermouth, 2) a selection of choice bitters, and 3) some finishing salts. So let's talk about vermouth.

Photo/Martini & Rossi
Vermouth
What would you think if you walked into a bar and ordered a cocktail that included your favorite spirit for which you would gladly pay extra because you like the best---and then watched the bartender mix that spirit with the cheapest vermouth possible? A cocktail is only as good as its least ingredient, so why pinch pennies on the supporting players? They are important too.
So don't settle for an inexpensive vermouth. That's false economy. The good news is that even the choicest vermouths aren't really all that expensive Martini & Rossi (Italian), Noilly Prat (French) and the highly regarded Dolin (French) are readily available, and none are costly.
Another vermouth you might consider is a California version, made by Andrew Quady, a winemaker who was frustrated at the dearth of good quality vermouths around and decided to make his own. The result was Vya Vermouth, and it is good stuff indeed, rich and full of flavor.
For Martinis and other drinks that call for it, there is dry white vermouth. Be careful though: some white vermouths are sweeter. Make sure you have the proper one in your bar. Or both.
For other drinks, such as a Manhattan you'll need a sweet red vermouth. And finally, you'll need a complex, drier and fuller-flavored bitter vermouth or liqueur for flavoring your cocktails and mixed drinks.
The venerable firm of Carpano (Antonio Carpano is the man credited with inventing vermouth) has two excellent mixers, Punt e Mes and the even more highly regardedCarpano Antico Formulae, an amazing traditional bitter vermouth that has astounding
complexities of flavor that will enhance a great many drinks---and most especially those that are whiskey-based, such as a Manhattan or an Old Fashion.
A wide range of liqueurs can also be used to enhance cocktails in interesting ways, but we'll go into those in a future article.
Most of these vermouths are widely available throughout Oregon, and should be easy to find. Now you can access the OLCC search engine from their website to locate the items you're looking for. The only one that might prove difficult to find is the Carpano Antico Formulae; on the other hand, it's worth seeking out.
Sample through the selections to find the ones you prefer; or you can talk to bartenders and mixologists for their suggestions as well---there's not a bartender I know of that won't talk your ear off about the tools of the trade if you ask.
The Oregon state liquor stores carry a basic selection of vermouths. But you'll find the wine-based vermouths (as opposed to the spirit based bitters, which are technically in the liqueur category) in grocery stores and specialty shops as well.
One very good place to shop for vermouth is The Meadow, at 3731 N. Mississippi Avenue. It's a delightful shop with an a good selection of vermouth and choice wines. It also has an impressive selection of finishing salts, chocolates, and bitters you should check out.
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