Despite the foul weather (after all, it is January and winter!) this week in NY has been another great week of networking and celebrating all things Italian. The
Italian Trade Commission took it “over the top” this week, with a stellar lineup of seminars and superstars to present. Their web site is
"fully socialized” and the young (and young at heart) who ran that part of the event really get social media and all the new stuff that very few people get. But like breathing or blood pumping, it comes pretty naturally for them and for all the early adopters of all ages. Great wines more than make up for foul weather, non e’ vero?
This week on the wine trail in Italy settled into New York, where so many things Italian rose to the occasion. I have about three or four good posts in the works before I head out to join the
COF2011 Blog brigade in Friuli. Once again I had another amazing meal with friend and colleague
Carmen Castorina and I promise a fun and extravagant post (Thanks, Joe!).
As well, another unforgettable session with
Italian Hall of Famer, Filippo Di Belardino, a dear friend for 30 years. Great food and wine and great quotes a comin’ (Thanks, Pippo!).
And wine, from crazy wonderful Timorasso whites to Cesanese reds, a little Lafite thrown in for balance (who can ever refuse Lafite?) and vintage ports to mind boggling amari and a cast of wine cognoscenti that really make me gear up much more than normal.
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| Twins on board ~ naturally |
In the meantime, I have got to figure out how to get back home again. This time I ain’t driving. And no,
Kevin, this isn’t Minnesota, so I am not complaining. But earlier in the evening we are out in what some folk are calling the great
Whiteoutpocalypse of 2011, in search of warm Fregola and a cool bottle of Bovale. Brooklyn bound, via Bed-Sty, to visit another friend
Andrea and his wife Lorraine, who is percolating right along with 5 weeks to go before she gives birth to their twin boys! It must be in the air; all kinds of people are making and having babies. Watch out all y’all, you never know when the stork is gonna strike.
As for me, I am more than glad those days are behind me. I have more important things to cogitate over, like for instance, what is the fascination hotels have with ice?
Wish me luck (and no ice) later on and hopefully I will escape from NY and this latest snow storm. If not, I will settle in, grab me a bottle of whatever is red and willing and wait it out.
