Robert
Montgomery, Donna reed and John Wayne in "They Were
Expendable" (1945)
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THIS WEEK
VIENNA, Part One By John Mariani NEW YORK CORNER
RAMPOLDI
By John Mariani
GOING AFTER HARRY LIME
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
By John Mariani
NOTES FROM THE WINE CELLAR
THE WONDERFUL WHITE WINES OF IRPINIA By John Mariani
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VIENNA, Part
One
By John
Mariani
Any time of year is a good one to
visit Austria’s capital Vienna, for even
though summers and early autumn are warmer
than they used to be, the city has never
experienced the 100-degree temperatures
now routinely visited upon other European
cities. In winter, its holiday and winter
festivals are legendary for their color
and enticements, and the city is so rife
with trees and gardens that spring time is
pure joy. With only about 5 million
visitors each year, Vienna is never
overrun like Paris, Madrid, and Rome. You
need not wait on a long line to get into
any of the major museums. Justifiably,
the city center has been a UNESCO World
Heritage Site since 2001. Vienna’s
architecture—Gothic, Baroque, Imperial, Art
Nouveau, Secessionist—is some of the most
striking in Europe. The location of the
major arts and municipal institutions within
and near the Ringstrasse that circles the
city makes walking a leisurely joy, and 27
carefully situated cafés along the Ring's
route provide added incentive to take your
time, enjoy some coffee and pastry. Right now, the Albertina Museum
is exhibiting one of the most extraordinary
shows of the century, “Michelangelo and
Beyond” that deals with the emergence,
significance and decline of the depiction of
the human nude.The
show manifests Michelangelo’s unmatched
mastery of the human form in his drawings
and studies for paintings, and how his
influence was crucial to Raphael, Dürer,
Rembrandt, Rubens, Klimt and Schiele’s own
work with the subject of the nude. (The show
runs till January 14.) The Albertina has
also published a splendid volume to
accompany the show. Afterwards, just steps away, another
Viennese institution, the Würstelstand
Bitzinger (Augustinergasse
1), dishes out two dozen variations of
sausages,including bosna,
bratwurst, spicy currywurst and hot dogs
(all from €5 to €6.80) with French fries
(€3.20) and a long list of Austrian beers.
The stand’s location is
at the Big Bus stop, which offers two
“Hop-on Hop-Off” tours of about 110 minutes’
duration (from €32.17, valid for 24 or 48
hours.The Red Line takes you around the
city center’s best sites and the Danube; the
Blue Line, which I do not recommend, spends
about 40 minutes just getting out of town to
drive past Schönbrunn Palace and the Belvedere Museum
(both well worth visiting on their own). What makes Vienna especially
appealing for those who speak no German is
that all the Viennese seem fluent in
English. And if you tire of walking, the
tram and subway are easily mastered and very
efficient. Purchasing a Vienna City Card
makes everything extremely easy (€17 for 24
hours, €25 for 48 and €29 for 72), whose
benefits include transport discounts in
museums and tourist attractions for up to
seven days; 20% discount on the daily room
rate in participating hotels, and 20%
discount in restaurants. As noted,
Vienna is very easy to walk around at your
leisure, stopping at three or four major
attractions in a day, like the Hofburg
Imperial Palace and the Rathaus Town Hall,
not to miss the vast and very beautiful Kunsthistorisches
Museum (left), whose walls
contain dozens of the world’s greatest
masterpieces, and the impeccably installed Naturhistorisches
Museum. The Leopold Museum holds a
comprehensive collection of the works of
eccentric painter Egon Schiele; The
Silberkammer is devoted to silverware; The
Third Man Museum to the classic 1949 movie.
The very center of the city, anchored
by the gorgeous Opera House, finished in
1869 as the first building on the
Ringstrasse,
is the beginning of one’s walking tour. My wife and I stayed nearby at the Amauris
Hotel, converted as such in 2023 from
a noble residence where the aristocracy met
until the end of the monarchy. Today the
Amauris (named after a Monarch butterfly) is
an exquisite mating of the old and new, with
art by exceptional 19th and 20th century
Austrian painters, lighting by the Italian
design company FLOS, 160 tons of Italian
marble and an historic elevator cage in cast
iron. The Amauris is a large building but
still has the feeling of a boutique hotel,
and its rooms are exceptionally spacious,
the most impressive being the two-story,
60-square-meter (nearly 650 square feet)
Maisonette Suite located just under the
skylight roof. The elegantly appointed and very chic
Glasswing Restaurant is done in tones of
white, black and gray, with Executive Chef
Alexandru Simon serving a blend of Austrian
tradition and fusionary modernism, both à la
carte and as a 7-course menu at €160. We headed for the Kärntner Strasse, a
broad and winding commercial avenue lined
with designer boutiques, cafés, chocolate
shops, restaurants, and street performers,
to find the 12th century St. Stephen's
Gothic Cathedral—saved from deliberate
destruction in World War II because a German
captain refused his superior's orders to
reduce it to rubble—now almost fully
restored since my last visit, and now as
glorious as any similar cathedral in Europe.
Composer Antonio Vivaldi is buried in the
cemetery next door. Nearby you may stop for
Aida pastries and what is advertised as the
world’s best ice cream at the Café
Konditorei. (It really is terrific.) Before devoting our afternoon to more
strolling, we sought out a light lunch at Wrenkh
(Bauernmarkt
10), which is not strictly vegetarian
but is very devoted to seasonal produce on a
menu that included Austrian mountain lentils
(right) and roasted dumpling in white
wine sauce (€12.5); a Wrenkh salad with
rapeseed dressing, crispy polenta; smoked
tofu and Parmesan (€15.5); a mushroom
schnitzel with potato salad and sauce
ravigote (€18.5), and a salmon trout filet
in tomato butter with artichokes and
potatoes (€28.5). The wine list is not long
but has several fine Austrian bottlings and
by the glass. That
evening we dined at Das Loft on the
18th floor of the SO Vienna Hotel (Praterstrasse
1) with a fabulous panorama of the
city. The lighted kaleidoscope-like ceiling
alone is reason enough to go to the cocktail
lounge(drinks run €16-18), but, despite
booming techno music that makes conversation
difficult—the only restaurant in Vienna
where I found this to be so—I highly
recommend the modern cuisine and one of the
finest wine lists in the city. There is a
tasting menu at €130 for four courses, as
well as à la carte items. My wife and I
thoroughly enjoyed a meal of tomato with a
blue cheese moussewith
basil
emulsion (€22); sweetbreads dumpling with
parsnips and truffles (€22) as appetizers;
braised veal cheeks in a celeriac, bacon and
Madeira sauce (€39); andvery
succulent Styrian chicken with cabbage,
Jerusalem artichokes and tangy lemon sauce
(€39), ending with lovely, inventive
desserts of salted stracciatella
with pistachio, rose and cherry (€24),
and a selection of Alpine Vorarlberger
cheese made by Anton Macht (€26), both
desserts enough to share for two.
A
few words about dining out in Vienna:
*Just
about every restaurant has a menu in
English.
* Dress, as everywhere
in Europ these days, is casual, but at
the more traditional restaurants and cafés
you will want to dress a bit conservatively,
although blue jeans are everywhere.
* There is no smoking
allowed inside.
* Service is
unfailingly courteous, and in the cafés very
efficient.
* As for tipping, VAT
tax and service are already included in the
meal’s price, and many list a cover charge.
But tipping is not requisite, and leaving
more than ten percent, if you wish, is
generous.
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NEW YORK CORNER
RAMPOLDI
49
W 64th Street
212-799-1000
By John Mariani
Photos by Evan Sung
Nothing seems
so impossible to keep up with as the number of
new restaurants opening in New York on a
week-by-week basis in almost every borough. But
when a restaurant of the high polish of Rampoldi
opens across from Lincoln Center it is a leap of
faith. Rampoldi is the first branch of a
restaurant of the same name opened in 1946 in
Monaco’s Carré d’Or, where it drew those in
post-war Europe who still had money to its
tables and it became a notable spot for notables
to dine in the little kingdom. Now its New York owner, MC Hospitality
Group, has debuted Rampoldi on this side of the
Atlantic and brought over the original’s heralded
chef, Antonio Salvatore (also as a partner), who
has won acclaim for his namesake La Table
d’Antonio Salvatore Au Rampoldi restaurant set
below Rampoldi.(MC also runs Casa Limone and re-opened The
Atlantic Grill attached to Rampoldi in New York.)
One can only imagine Miami and Vegas are in the
offing. There
are
similarities in the design of the two Rampoldis,
with nicely modulated lighting that allows you to
see everyone in the room, high ceilings, custom
furniture from Milan’s Fratelli Boffi, Rosso
Imperiale Italian marble on the floors and wall
panels, and Murano glass chandeliers. Designer
Domingo Zapata created a triptych of the Mona Lisa
“to pay homage to Grace Kelly,” though I don’t
quite get the connection. There is a fabulous
looking bar area and a unique open pâtisserie. Linens and table settings are of fine
quality, though the thick Murano water goblets
look more like they came from the Vermont Country
Store. On the table is a bottle of signature
Puglian olive oil as beautiful as a classic bottle
of Chanel No. 5. The wine list immediately ranks with the
best in the city, and prices are comparable to
others at this level. Salvatore, who is from Basilicata, does not
reproduce any dishes from his namesake restaurant
that would show his uniqueness as a chef, but the
menu in New York is nearly an exact copy of
Rampoldi in Monaco; the prices are almost
identical, too, and comparable to any restaurant
in town with this kind of posh, which is to say,
as high as any in New York. Portions, on the other
hand, are notably generous. The
menu is phrased as “modern Monegasque,” meaning a
Riviera blend of French and Italian foods and
ingredients, many flown to New York, including
Salvatore’s own label caviar. There is an entire
section devoted to carpaccios, including yellowfin
tuna with guacamole and tomato chutney ($29), and
a glistening sheet of tangy octopus (below)
with lemon, celery, tomato,
olives, capers and pistachios ($24).In
addition, there is an array of tartares, of which
the crab with avocado, gazpacho, salmon roe and
brioche was outstanding (as it should be for $42). The chef loves using autumn’s black
truffles on dishes like plump snails à la
bourguignonne with truffled potato puree
($29), and a pizza with mozzarella cream à la truffe
($43). Truffles also appear on risotto with wild
mushrooms, garlic and parmesan fondue($47),
and figure into a luscious dish of sea scallops
with a cauliflower puree ($52). The menu lists “Sole à la meunière” ($79),
but it does not claim it to be Dover sole, which
might justify the price. Whatever kind of sole I
was served, however, did not come to the quality
of well-fatted, firm-fleshed sole and had a mealy
texture. Roasted leg of lamb with roasted potatoes
($59) is a hearty winter’s dish and, though I did
not try it, it’s good to see filet of beef Rossini
(left), with red wine sauce, more truffles,
seared foie gras and truffle potato puree($79) on
a menu. From the grill section comes chicken
($39), filet mignon ($59), branzino for two ($98)
and a huge tomahawk steak for two ($220). The desserts from the big open kitchen have
classic status, among them a chocolate fondant
cake with pear sorbet ($18); apple-thatched Tarte
Tatin with a rich vanilla ice cream ($18),
profiteroles with dark chocolate sauce ($19), and
a lemon meringue with lemon mousse on sponge cake
($17). At the prices charged, to succeed and
thrive in New York, Rampoldi is going to have to
attract a celebrity and show biz crowd beyond
those in the neighborhood who come for the
occasional splurge. When I visited I didn’t see
any rap stars, TV hosts or Kardashians, but then I
wouldn’t know them if I tripped over them. Once Rampoldi gets
its act together and smooths out the kinks of
service, it should be able to stand on its own
without need of celebrities. I was told Salvatore
flies over about once a month—which can be
grueling—but he was not in New York when I
visited.To
create some buzz Salvatore should spend as much
time on this side of the ocean as possible,
carouse with his chef colleagues and food media to
better get to know the New York market.
Open for dinner Tues.-Sun; brunch
Sat. & Sun.
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GOING AFTER
HARRY LIME
By John
Mariani
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CHAPTER
FORTY-SEVEN
Once across the border, the M1
motorway turned into the A4 autostrade, and before
long they were on the outskirts of Vienna, just
beyond the Ringstrassethat
circles the center of the city. Along the way, the
Austrian police spoke of their city in a way that
almost sounded like they were tour guides,
pointing out places of interest along the way. The road led along the Leopoldstadt
district on the east side of the Danube, where the
Wurstelprater amusement park was located.Clearly
visible and towering above all else in the park
was a tall Ferris wheel. “Is
that it?”
asked Katie. “Is that the Ferris wheel you see in
the movie The
Third Man?” The Austrian in the front passenger seat
replied, “Yes, it’s called the Wiener Riesenrad,
and it’s a big attraction for foreigners who have
seen the movie.” “Look, it still has those old cars Holley
and Lime went up in,” said David, “where Lime
makes his speech defending his actions and Holley
thinks Lime might push him out of it.” They then turned off across the
Franzenbrucke bridge and along the Ringstrasse,
around the State Park and down Krugerstrasse,
passing the façades of historic cafés and new
restaurants. It was now a week before Christmas and
Vienna was in full swing for the holidays, blessed
with a light snow that peppered the roofs of the
old Beaux Art buildings in the center and the
grand Gothic steeple of St. Stephen’s Cathedral.
They turned left at Kamptner Strasse and came to a
stop in front of a large Neoclassic building that
took up the entire block. Its wide maroon awning
was festooned with five flags: those ofU.S.,
U.K., Austria, Germany and the European
Union—conspicuously absent, Russia. A doorman opened the back door of the car
and said, “Welcome to the Sacher, Miss Cavuto, Mr.
Greco.” “We’re staying at the Sacher?” said Katie,
who was not even trying to look nonchalant, and
repeated the question. David only muttered to
himself, “Holy
shit!” The Sacher was the hotel Holley Martin
stayed at and where several scenes of the movie
had been shot. The doorman said, “This way,
please,” and Katie said, “I’m afraid we have no
luggage.” “It is already in your rooms, Madame. Now
let me show you to the front desk.” Apparently,
the Hungarian and Austrian police had arranged for
their baggage to precede them. They
were shown to the lobby, which blazed with fine
marble and ornate gilded chandelier and sconces.
In the center was a marble table holding a statue
of a young angel, his finger to his lips as if to
say, “Ssshh!” To the left was the front desk,
where a concierge and two women welcomed the
Americans. Katie thought she looked a mess and
David longed to collapse in his room. The concierge beckoned to David and said,
very quietly, “There is a Doctor Drucker waiting
to see you in your room, Mr. Greco.” David looked
puzzled at first, until one of the police officers
said the physician was just there to check David’s
condition after the events of the day. “Do you want our passports?” asked Katie. The concierge said, no, everything was in
order. Katie said to David, “Why don’t you go
upstairs, see the doctor, and ring me when you’re
done? I’ll ask some questions about. . .”—she
waved her hand around the lobby—“all this.” David
agreed to call her as soon as he was finished
being examined. One of the policemen was in conversation
with the concierge. Katie asked the other, “Can
you tell me something
about everything that happened to us today? I have
a hundred questions.” The officer smiled and said, “Our
instructions were just to pick you up at the
border and bring you here to the Sacher. But I
believe you will be met shortly by authorities who
will be able to answer your questions.” He pulled off his glove and put out his
hand to shake hers. “It was a pleasure to be of service,
Madame.” “Oh, believe me, officer, the pleasure was
all ours,” said Katie, who just then realized the
young policeman looked a good deal like the German
actor Hardy Krüger. The concierge handed her a heavy room key
and an assistant in a crisp blue suit showed her
to her room. “Your first time at the Sacher, Madame?” “Yes,
and
it’s actually a surprise I’m staying here. Someone
booked it for us.” “Well, I hope it is a very good surprise,”
he said, opening the door and showing her into a
fairly ornate room Katie pronounced to be “very,
very beautiful.” She then noticed her suitcase was
on the folding stand; how it got there was one of
the questions she wanted to ask her benefactor. Meanwhile, David was being checked out by
Dr. Drucker, who asked him as many specific
questions as general ones about his health. “This drug they injected you with, Mr.
Greco, did Mr. Toth mention its name by any
chance?” “No,” said David, “he just said it was
experimental but they’d had good results in animal
tests treating dementia. Katie and I were to be
his first human guinea pigs. And he said the
antidote was vinegar.” Dr. Drucker turned his head this way and
that and said, “Well, it makes some sense to me.
Vinegar is a form of acetylcholine, which is a neurotransmitter
and seems to have a beneficial effect on the
nervous system and metabolism. The vinegar may
either have helped metabolized the drug or
counteracted it in some other way. In any case,
I think you are a very lucky man.” “Lucky there was vinegar in the cupboard,
too.” The physician wrote out a prescription for
a mild sedative and told David to take it only if
needed. “Otherwise, I think you are, what do you
say in America? ‘O.K. to go?’” David called Katie and told her everything
went well with the doctor and that he was going to
take a nap before dinner.It was
now six o’clock. Katie said, “Actually we’ve been invited to
dinner at eight, apparently with some people who
can tell us about what we went through today. See
you then?” “I’ll leave a wake-up call for 7:30. If I
don’t show up, have some vinegar sent up to my
room.” Katie suspected she was in for a lot more
vinegar jokes for the foreseeable future. Katie
had checked which of the Sacher’s restaurants
they’d be dining in. Of the two, the Restaurant
Anna Sacher was the more formal but the Restaurant
Rote Bar, where they had the reservation set, was
hardly less so, a room of dark red damask walls,
huge, looming crystal chandelier and oil paintings
celebrating the joy of hunting wildlife.Katie
thought the hacking style jacket she’d bought at
DAKS in London would fit the ambience; for David,
his well-worn blue blazer would have to do. They met downstairs in the lobby at the
appointed hour and were shown into the Rote Bar to
a table in the rear of the restaurant.There
was a table with one person who got up as the
Americans came close. “My God, it’s Chambers!” said David,
grabbing Katie’s arm. “We’re having dinner with him?” Both
David and Katie’s minds were racing, trying, step
by step, to make some sense of why the
antagonistic MI6 agent was about to receive them.
The Rote Bar at the Sacher Hotel in Vienna seemed
an unlikely place to meet, seeing as the last time
they’d seen Chambers, the agent had said it would
be the last. Chambers managed as much of a smile as he
was capable of, saying “So, we meet again. Please
sit down.” Then he turned to the maître d’ and
said, “Would you please bring us a bottle of Pol
Roger. We have something to celebrate.” Katie was straightforward and cold, asking,
“What are we all doing here?” Chambers sat, shrugged and said, “Well, for
one thing, given what you two have been through, I
think you probably have a few questions.” “And you have all the answers?” asked
David. “Last time we spoke you said we’d never see
you again. In light of what we went through, that
now sounds like you knew what we were about to
face.” “All in due time, Mr. Greco. By the way, do
you mind if I call you Katie and David? We really
are all
on the same side.” The waiter brought the Champagne, Chambers
nodded his approval. The waiter opened the bottle
without fanfare, pouring it into tall fluted
glasses. “To what shall we toast?” asked Chambers.
“Being alive?” He raised his glass, but the
Americans chose not to clink theirs with a man
they didn’t trust. “Why don’t you just start talking?” said
David. “All right, let’s begin a little before the
beginning. Some while before we all met at
Heathrow, MI6 had gotten wind that you might be
going to Moscow to try to find Kim Philby.” “Southey told you? Or was it Lentov?” “I’ll have to keep that information out of
the conversation for now. Suffice it to say that
Col. Kovalyov confirmed our suspicions and alerted
us from the moment his men picked you up at
Philby’s door.”
Katie
snapped, “So you admit it
was Phiby we saw!” “Yes, of course we knew that. For the
record, we did believe Philby had died when the
Soviets said he had, but after the Soviet Union
collapsed, we got wind that he was not dead. One
thing led to another, and Col. Kovalyov was the
one who confirmed it.Of
course, there was never a question of the Russians
turning him over to us. For them it was better
that Philby was dead, and for us it would have
been, uh, disruptive to open up all the old
wounds, since Philby might just as well have been
dead, living the way he was. It was in everyone’s
interest not to stir the waters. Shall we order?” The captain brought the menu, printed in
both German and English, whose signature dishes
were highlighted, so the three foreigners ordered
accordingly: a goose liver tart with chutney;
marinated salmon trout; braised beef roulade; and
Wiener Schnitzel. “So, I suppose we are now up to the
beginning, where you two came in,” said Chambers,
buttering his bread. “By the time you arrived at
Heathrow we knew all that had occurred in Moscow,
and Col. Kovalyov encouraged us to send you back
to the States as soon as possible. But knowing
both your reputations—you as a reporter and you as
a former police detective—we were pretty sure you
could be useful to us if we gave you some leeway.” “You could have fooled us,” said David. “We
got the feeling we were persona non grata in
London.” Chambers went on, preferring to brush aside
the Americans’ comments and get further into his
side of the story. “I admit trying to persuade you that you
got the Philby story all wrong,” said Chambers,
“but I knew you wouldn’t be put off by my blather
about libel laws here and in the U.S.I knew
you were going to write some kind
of story, Katie, and we wanted to make sure we
knew as much as we could in order to defend the
Foreign Office should your article prove
embarrassing. And the way to do that was to let
you fly off to Budapest to find Gorgo Toth. We
actually assumed you’d never get in to see him,
and that would be that. No story. More Champagne?” The first courses arrived and Chambers took
a pause from his story to sample the food,
pronouncing it excellent. “What interested me more,” he said, “was
your bringing up this fellow Harold Neame, whom I
hadn’t heard of till you asked me about him. When
I looked into the matter I found out somewhat more
than I led you to believe.” “You mean that Neame probably was Toth.” “It began to look that way. And he would be
a person of real interest to us. As I said, back
in the 1950s it was not an MI6 matter, it was
Military Police. But an international warrant for
Neame’s arrest for the murder of Austrian children
by selling them fake penicillin was never posted.
Had he just been involved with the usual black
market commodities, the statue of limitations
would have run out long ago and no one would care.But
murdering children, well, as you can imagine, that
doesn’t go away.” “And you were hoping we could sniff out
Toth for you?” asked Katie. “Yes and no. As I said, it would have been
useful had you done so, but we, that is, the
Foreign Office, had no real proof of the
Neame-Toth connection.If you
could prove that there was one, we would have more
evidence to request extradition, probably to
Austria.” “Sounds like a tough thing to pull off
across borders,” said David. “Yes, it would be.Except,
thanks to you, we had some assistance from another
source.”
This
fall I was asked to gives a series of lectures
on Italian food and wines onboard a sailing ship
plying the Tyrrhenian Sea off the western coast
of Italy. Since I wanted to tie in my lecture to
the regional ports we were visiting in the
south, I showcased the wines of Irpinia in the
region of Campania, with wines provided onboard
by the Consorzio di tutela dei vini d’Irpinia.
Some bottlings I already knew, at least by
producer, but I was newly impressed by the high
quality and distinctiveness of the wines,
especially the whites, which I would rank among
the finest now being made in Italy.
Irpinia, which takes its name from an
ancient word for wolf, still used as its
provincial symbol, is a volcanic area, divided by
the Apennine mountains, whose soils and changing
climate—hot days and cool nights—add measurably to
themineral
taste of the wines.As a result, Irpinian wines have in recent
years acquired a remarkable number of DOCG
appellations, Italy’s highest.
Until the 1920s Irpinia
was one of Italy’s most valuable wine growing
regions, with a “wine railway” that allowed
producers to ship grapes to buyers in northern
Italy and France, but a phylloxera infestation
crippled the industry, followed by the worldwide
Depression and World War II. A massive earthquake
in 1980 devastated the region, and while farmers
were encouraged to re-plant with more dependable
northern varietals like Sangiovese or
Montepulciano, they resisted and continued to
plant and improve southern varietals like
Aglianico, Greco, Fiano di Avellino and other
local varieties.
Starting in the 1980s,
Taurasi, sometimes called the “Barolo of the
South,” became the region’s best known red wine,
made from the Aglianico grape, now
produced in 17 municipalities in the province of
Avellino. White wines are made from Fiano di
Avellino and Greco di Tufo. Fiano, writes Ian
d’Agata in his monumental Native Wine Grapes
of Italy (2014),“may well be Italy’s
greatest white wine grape,” and, after my tastings
of the Irpinian wines, I wholeheartedly agree.
Fiano is one of Italy’s oldest grapes planted by
the Roman, though nearly forgotten by the 1970s.
It is really only in the present century that the
varietal has regained its reputation at new
wineries.
Among
the DOCG Fianos I loved was Empatia ($26),
a single vineyard cru from one of the area’s most
prestigious largest estates, Donnachiara in Montefalcione
at about 600 meters above the sea level. The soil
has a high chalk content that is said to give the
wine a hint of balsamic herbs, making it ideal
with seafood. Their 100% Greco di Tufo has a
charming ripeness and creamy body. Greco
di
Tufo is cultivated at high altitudes and retains a
refreshing acidity, and the wines have become much
sought after. (They also
make an excellent red Taurasi.)
Donnachiara
was founded in 2005 by Chiaraand
Illaria Petitto, the fifth generations of their
aristocratic family. Enologist Riccardo Cotarella,
president of Union
Internationale des Oenologues and Professor of
Viticulture and Oenology at the University of
Tuscia of Viterbo, aims for a balanceof aromatic fruit and
an acidity that allows the Fiano a lovely
toastiness reminiscent of hazelnuts.
Tenuta Sarno 1860 in Candida was established in 2004 by Maura Sarno on seven
hectares of clay-rich and calcareous soils, owing
to volcanic residues.Fiano is
all the estate makes, focusingon
organic means of viticulture. The grapes are
processed only in steel, resting on the lees for
12 to 36 months, then aging six months after
bottling. The
company produces Fiano di Avellino in four
different labels: Sarno 1860; Sarno 1860
ERRE; Sarno
1860 EMME ($30); and
Sarno 1860 Sparkling.
Ponte
dei Santi’s Greco di Tufo ($30) was established by
Villa Raiano in 2009, when the family bought the
old mill factories of the Basso family on a hill
in San Michele di Serino, with 37 hectares, seven
of them devoted to Greco, where the soil is quite
sandy at 550 meters altitude.The
vinification takes place entirely in steel vats
and spends 12 months in bottle, developing nuance
and refinement of its minerality.
I was unaware that anyone
was making sparkling wines from Greco di Tufo, so
I was delighted by Petilia Greco di Tufo
Frizzante Ancestral 2022 ($19)from
eight-year-old vineyards located in Altavilla
Irpinia, one of the 8 municipalities of Greco di
Tufo area. The grapes undergo an “Ultra soft
pressing” and follow the
ancestral method with fermentation in the bottle.
Amazingly, it is not filtered, giving it
considerably more body than is usual with frizzante
wines. There is a lovely perlage and flowery
aromatics, making it a delectable wine to serve
with first courses and fresh cheeses.
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BLOCK
THAT METAPHOR!
"Sometimes, when a certain sort of
restaurant opens in London, the jostling of our
national critics to be first into print borders on
the ugly. Like the jockeys and horses at the
starting line of the Grand National (except fatter
and drunker), we circle and hustle and snort and
puff, unsure when the starter will call us to form
an orderly line, reluctant to surrender position,
steaming in the cold air with pent up energy and
nervous frustration, occasionally shitting and
pissing right where we stand" By Giles Coren, London
Times (Nov 16).
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Any of John Mariani's
books below may be ordered from amazon.com.
The Hound in Heaven
(21st Century Lion Books) is a novella, and
for anyone who loves dogs, Christmas, romance,
inspiration, even the supernatural, I hope you'll find
this to be a treasured favorite. The story
concerns how, after a New England teacher, his wife and
their two daughters adopt a stray puppy found in their
barn in northern Maine, their lives seem full of promise.
But when tragedy strikes, their wonderful dog Lazarus and
the spirit of Christmas are the only things that may bring
his master back from the edge of despair.
“What a huge surprise turn this story took! I was
completely stunned! I truly enjoyed this book and its
message.” – Actress Ali MacGraw
“He had me at Page One. The amount of heart, human insight,
soul searching, and deft literary strength that John Mariani
pours into this airtight novella is vertigo-inducing.
Perhaps ‘wow’ would be the best comment.” – James
Dalessandro, author of Bohemian
Heart and 1906.
“John Mariani’s Hound in
Heaven starts with a well-painted portrayal of an
American family, along with the requisite dog. A surprise
event flips the action of the novel and captures us for a
voyage leading to a hopeful and heart-warming message. A
page turning, one sitting read, it’s the perfect antidote
for the winter and promotion of holiday celebration.” – Ann
Pearlman, author of The
Christmas Cookie Club and A Gift for my Sister.
“John Mariani’s concise, achingly beautiful novella pulls a
literary rabbit out of a hat – a mash-up of the cosmic and
the intimate, the tragic and the heart-warming – a Christmas
tale for all ages, and all faiths. Read it to your children,
read it to yourself… but read it. Early and often. Highly
recommended.” – Jay Bonansinga, New York Times bestselling
author of Pinkerton’s War,
The Sinking of The Eastland, and The Walking Dead: The Road To
Woodbury.
“Amazing things happen when you open your heart to an
animal. The Hound in
Heaven delivers a powerful story of healing that
is forged in the spiritual relationship between a man and
his best friend. The book brings a message of hope that can
enrich our images of family, love, and loss.” – Dr. Barbara
Royal, author of The
Royal Treatment.
Modesty forbids me to praise my own new book, but
let me proudly say that it is an extensive
revision of the 4th edition that appeared more
than a decade ago, before locavores, molecular
cuisine, modernist cuisine, the Food Network and
so much more, now included. Word origins have been
completely updated, as have per capita consumption
and production stats. Most important, for the
first time since publication in the 1980s, the
book includes more than 100 biographies of
Americans who have changed the way we cook, eat
and drink -- from Fannie Farmer and Julia Child to
Robert Mondavi and Thomas Keller.
"This book is amazing! It has entries for
everything from `abalone' to `zwieback,' plus more
than 500 recipes for classic American dishes and
drinks."--Devra First, The Boston Globe.
"Much needed in any kitchen library."--Bon Appetit.
Now in Paperback,
too--How Italian Food Conquered the
World (Palgrave Macmillan) has won top prize from the
Gourmand
World Cookbook Awards. It is
a rollicking history of the food culture of
Italy and its ravenous embrace in the 21st
century by the entire world. From ancient Rome
to la dolce
vita of post-war Italy, from Italian
immigrant cooks to celebrity chefs, from
pizzerias to high-class ristoranti,
this chronicle of a culinary diaspora is as
much about the world's changing tastes,
prejudices, and dietary fads as about
our obsessions with culinary fashion and
style.--John Mariani
"Eating Italian will
never be the same after reading
John Mariani's entertaining and
savory gastronomical history of
the cuisine of Italy and how it
won over appetites worldwide. . .
. This book is such a tasteful
narrative that it will literally
make you hungry for Italian food
and arouse your appetite for
gastronomical history."--Don
Oldenburg, USA Today.
"Italian
restaurants--some good, some glitzy--far
outnumber their French rivals. Many of
these establishments are zestfully described
in How Italian Food Conquered the World, an
entertaining and fact-filled chronicle by
food-and-wine correspondent John F.
Mariani."--Aram Bakshian Jr., Wall Street
Journal.
"Mariani
admirably dishes out the story of
Italy’s remarkable global ascent
to virtual culinary
hegemony....Like a chef gladly
divulging a cherished family
recipe, Mariani’s book reveals the
secret sauce about how Italy’s
cuisine put gusto in gusto!"--David
Lincoln Ross,
thedailybeast.com
"Equal parts
history, sociology, gastronomy, and just
plain fun, How Italian Food Conquered the
World tells the captivating and delicious
story of the (let's face it) everybody's
favorite cuisine with clarity, verve and
more than one surprise."--Colman Andrews,
editorial director of The Daily
Meal.com.
"A fantastic and fascinating
read, covering everything from the influence
of Venice's spice trade to the impact of
Italian immigrants in America and the
evolution of alta cucina. This book will
serve as a terrific resource to anyone
interested in the real story of Italian
food."--Mary Ann Esposito, host of PBS-TV's
Ciao
Italia.
"John Mariani has written the
definitive history of how Italians won their
way into our hearts, minds, and
stomachs. It's a story of pleasure over
pomp and taste over technique."--Danny Meyer,
owner of NYC restaurants Union Square
Cafe, The Modern, and Maialino.
MARIANI'S VIRTUAL GOURMET
NEWSLETTER is published weekly. Publisher: John Mariani. Editor: Walter Bagley. Contributing Writers: Christopher
Mariani, Misha Mariani, John A. Curtas, Gerry Dawes, Geoff Kalish.
Contributing
Photographer: Galina Dargery. Technical
Advisor: Gerry
McLoughlin.