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ITALIAN WINES FOR EARLY AUTUMN
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BOSTON'S WOODS HILL
By John Mariani
As is typical of all bureaucracies, the
state of Massachusetts has laid out its guidelines
for Phase III Mandatory Safety Standards for
re-opening restaurants by releasing a 4,500-word
directive whose implementation gets down—I kid you
not—to pretzels and potato chips, plexi-glass
dividers, pool tables, chalkboards and salt and
pepper. Tough as such standards will be to adhere
to on a case-by-case basis, Boston’s restaurants
are doing everything they can do save their
businesses.One large operation that I visited last winter, before the pandemic hit, had little time to resurrect its flagship, of three establishments they own, and re-hire sufficient personnel to enforce the flurry of regulations, but, as I’ve noted before, there is no more resilient and determined industry in America than the restaurant sector. Woods Hill Pier 4 (300 Pier Four Boulevard; 617-981-4577), located on the repurposed Boston Harbor piers where the famous (and creaky) Anthony’s Pier 4 used to sit, is part of a development, like New York’s Hudson Yards, that has razed whatever historic atmosphere the area once had, now a warren of hi-rise glass and steel buildings indistinguishable from their mirror images in Asia. Ironically, then, Woods Hill Pier 4 is a restaurant with a very clear link to the traditions of New England bounty and provender. Owner Kristin Canty and partner-chef Charlie Foster (previously at Boston’s Toro and Clio) work with their own Farm at Woods Hill in Concord and other small purveyors to utilize “the whole animal” approach via “grass fed proteins, sustainably caught fish, raw milk cheeses, locally grown and soaked organic grains, raw fermented foods, and organic produce to deliver nutrient dense dishes that employ the best ecologically viable ingredients available.” Seeking to maximize all possible means of producing profits during the epidemic, they are currently open for dinner 7 days a week, with lunch on Friday, brunch on Saturday and Sunday. They are doing “contactless” take-out, including cocktails, and the outdoor patio season will extend into fall and winter with heaters. It’s a good-looking modern dining room, though hardly farm-like, with a rippling wave-like ceiling, sea blue armchairs, and a large window wall. (At full capacity it gets very loud, but these days that’s not a problem with reduced seating.) When I visited in February, the menu was more or less winter-based, which meant cold water halibut with a luscious green peppercorn beurre monté Swiss chard, rutabaga and candied lemon ($27), and a lovely parsnip tartine with buckwheat crust, maple-glazed carrots, frisée and the tang of grapefruit ($15). Shaved Rhode Island whelk was a delight, bathed in lobster broth with green apple and lime ($17). The housemade pastas included a well-wrought bucatini all’amatriciana with guanciale bacon from their farm ($28) and another with lamb bacon, eggplant caponata, pine nuts and a mint gremolata ($29). Both are still on the menu. There’s also a lavish shellfish platter for four to six people at $130. I’m not a fan of grass-fed beef, but the lean steak tartare took on fine flavors of rosemary and tallow aïoli, crispy shallots for textural interest, a quail egg and warm, chewy baguette ($16). I was happier with the nicely fatted, crispy lamb ribs with urfa pepper and a red wine glaze ($19), and a full-flavored glazed pork butt with winter squash ($23). Incidentally, all menu items have code letters to indicate if they are gluten-free, dairy-free, vegetarian and nut-free. It’s come to that. Now, at the end of summer, menu items (I have not tried) include whelk with melon, cucumber, sesame, torn herbs, Thai chili vinaigrette ($18); pork belly confit with peach ponzu, Maine kelp salad, jalapeño (($17); a watermelon and fried clam salad with shaved sweet peppers, mint and habanero yogurt dressing ($17); and now, with tomatoes at their best in New England, heirloom tomato salad with crispy feta- stuffed squash blossom, basil and purslane aïoli and espelette pepper ($19). And this would hardly be Boston if they didn’t include a mound of lobster, celery, red onion and creme fraiche inside a warm popover. For dessert there are hot beignets with rhubarb aïoli butter and chocolate ($12) and daily ice creams. NEW YORK
CORNER
By
John Mariani By John Mariani Since, for the time being, I am unable to write about or review New York City restaurants, I have decided instead to print a serialized version of my (unpublished) novel Love and Pizza, which takes place in New York and Italy and involves a young, beautiful Bronx woman named Nicola Santini from an Italian family impassioned about food. As the story goes on, Nicola, who is a student at Columbia University, struggles to maintain her roots while seeing a future that could lead her far from them—a future that involves a career and a love affair that would change her life forever. So, while New York’s restaurants remain closed, I will run a chapter of the Love and Pizza each week until the crisis is over. Afterwards I shall be offering the entire book digitally. I hope you like the idea and even more that you will love Nicola, her family and her friends. I’d love to know what you think. Contact me at loveandpizza123@gmail.com —John Mariani To read previous chapters go to archive (beginning with March 29, 2020, issue. LOVE AND PIZZA Cover Art By Galina Dargery CHAPTER
TWENTY-FOUR
“Do you wish to freshen up, Nicola?” Giancarlo asked. “Maybe I will,” she replied. And with that, Giancarlo brought her up to his suite, clicked open the heavy door and showed her into a series of rooms that seemed to sprawl over the entire floor. “My mother did some of the furnishings here,” he said, “since we often stay at the hotel when we’re in Milan.” Nicola started to speak, then bit her lip, thinking better than to ask something so stupid as, “I suppose you bring many women here, Giancarlo?” Instead, she said only, “She has very good taste,” looking around at the mix of the hotel’s antiques and more modern motifs Signora Cavallacci had brought in. “Where’s the bathroom?” “Ah, there’s one here and another one through there.” Nicola went for the one farther away, wanting to see the bedroom. She closed the door behind her, looked at the gold fixtures, golden ropes holding the curtains, and the expanse of beautiful red marble throughout. She looked in the mirror, shook her hair, then combed it. From her purse she brought out a small bottle of mouthwash. Then she took a deep breath and exited across the bedroom carpet to the living room, where Giancarlo had removed his blazer. “I thought—if you want—instead of going downstairs to the bar, we might order a digestiva up to the room,” he said, not taking his eyes off her. Nicola thought for only a moment, feeling remarkably sure of herself and of what would happen next. “I think I would prefer that, si.” Then Giancarlo smacked his forehead and said, “Ah, imbecilo! We have a little bar here in the suite,” then proceeded over to a mahogany cabinet that opened to reveal at least a dozen bottles of brandies, liquors and after-dinner drinks. “What do you prefer?” “Oh, you choose.” “Well, come here and look. Maybe there’s something you have never tried before.” Nicola thought to herself, he doesn't know how right he is. She crossed the thick carpet to where he stood. He waved his hand and said, “Whatever you like.” Nicola didn’t bother looking at the bottles. She looked at Giancarlo and, as if on cue, he slowly put his arms around her waist. “Bellisima,” he said. “You are a very, very beautiful woman, Nicolina.” Then he kissed her very lightly on the lips, then again, then gave her the slightest little bites on her mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Within seconds Giancarlo had danced Nicola to the middle of the room, kissing her in a tempo of passion softened with lingering kisses to her cheeks and forehead. He turned her around and kissed the nape of her beautiful long neck and Nicola swooned, turning her head back and forth. Then, taking her hand, Giancarlo said very quietly, “Come, Nicolina,” leading her to the huge, ornate master bedroom with an enormous bed. Neither said anything but each other’s names, repeated as if they were the loveliest sounds in the world. Then, very slowly, Giancarlo began removing each article of Nicola’s clothing, first her leather jacket, tossing it on the floor, then lifting her turtleneck over her head, seeing her body’s flesh for the first time, the broad shoulders and her wondrous breasts beneath black lace lingerie. Nicola, a little hesitant, unbuttoned Giancarlo’s soft shirt, revealing his slender chest, highlighted with tiny golden hairs. The ritual of undressing—practiced millions upon millions of times over thousands and thousands of years—took its natural course, with Nicola soon standing in all her radiant beauty before Giancarlo. Any feelings of embarrassment were at once banished by the thrill of her enticing and exciting her first lover. It was she who pulled back the heavy satin bedspread and lay down, her legs together, but, with the gentlest nudge of his knee, Giancarlo parted them and lowered himself on her body, both of them sighing softly at the touch. Then, after many more kisses and caresses, he entered her very slowly—even though he did not know she was a virgin--and began a soft rhythm that Nicola wished never to stop. She closed her eyes and let the pleasure run through her, and when they had finished making love, she took his head in her hands and ran them through his beautiful hair, saying his name over and over again. They made love again not long afterwards, and then, lying next to her with his arm around her waist, Giancarlo fell into a deep sleep as Nicola watched his chest rise and fall with each contented breath.
© John Mariani, 2020
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NOTES FROM THE WINE CELLAR
ITALIAN WINES FOR EARLY
AUTUMN By John Mariani Anyone with a lot of time on their
hands who might do a search of my wine columns
will find the largest percentage, though by no
means the majority, of wines I recommend are
Italian. My reasons for this have little to do
with my own Italian-American background, for in
my house when I was growing up wine was a
sometimes thing at the dinner table and it never
went beyond a bottle of straw-covered Chianti. Pio
Cesare Barbaresco DOCG 2016 ($82)—This
is from Pio Cesare’s well-regarded “Il
Bricco” estate and, even more specifically, the
favored hill of San Stefanetto, both located in
Treiso. The vintage was a very good, very
promising one, allowing for a knitting of all the
elements that make Barbaresco the “Queen of
Piedmont Wines.” The somewhat bolder Barolo ($82)
from the same vintage shows an intensity that can
take some age, but drinking it now with mushroom-
or cheese-based dishes is more than acceptable. Forte Masso Langhe
2018
($30)—Forte Masso also makes excellent
Barolos, but for something a little lighter and
less expensive, this 100% Nebbiolo from the
Castelletto region is, at 13.5% alcohol, just
right for easy drinking throughout a Piemontese
meal that might begin with an egg-based agnolotti followed
by a hearty bollito
misto of simmered meats in their own broth.
Ca’Marcanda Magari 2016
($70)—Here’s another of Gaja’s Bordeaux blends,
this time 60% Cabernet Franc, 30% Cabernet
Sauvignon and 10% Petit Verdot, emitting a
flourishing bouquet and voluptuous body whose Cab
Sauvignon is kept in good check by the dominating
Franc. “Magari”
is Piemontese slang for “what if,” meaning Angelo
Gaja took a chance on this blend, which has turned
out to be a best seller for the estate. The 2016,
at 14% alcohol, is lighter than the 2017’s 14.5%.
Both go well with braised meats and polenta. Marchesi di Barolo
Maraia Barbera del Monferrato 2018 ($14-$18)—“Maraia”
is another Piemontese word meaning a group of
“little rascals,” referring to the wine’s
“liveliness.” The Barbera grape is lovable for
just that reason, because it has good acid and is
very easy to drink, especially when it comes from
fruit from Monferrato. Very good with pizza or
tomato sauces. Frescobaldi Tenuta
Perano Riserva 2016 Chianti Classico 2016
($27)—The DOCG designation was once controversial
for Chianti Classico, but the best producers have
proven their quality year after year, as does
Frescobaldi with this Riserva (24 months of
aging), with formidable body. It’s a tad higher,
at 14.5%, in alcohol than Chiantis have
traditionally been, but the extra age softens the
wine. Very good match-up with game dishes like
venison or quail. Quercia al Poggio
Chianti Classico 2017
($28, but available for less)—Very well priced for
a Classico these days, and owners Michela and
Vittorio Rossi are traditionalists, who blend
Sangiovese with other Tuscan varietals to produce
silky, complex wines that still have the kind of
simple honesty one hopes for in a Chianti. Drink
it with risotto with white truffles, especially
since the price of the bottle will help blunt the
price of the truffles.
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