I’m quite the advocate (Wine Advocate … get it?) of cooler temperatures for red wines than what we’re used to. We Americans tend to think that “room temperature” equals “warm.” Kind of how many Americans tend to think that “Chihuahua” equals “cute.”
So along I come with MirePoix Vegas, another one. Am I out of my mind? Probably. No new news there. Not that it ever mattered anyway.
I’m a Paso Robles Zinfandel fan, and I grabbed some popcorn as I prepared gleefully for the carnage. Paso Zins were going to kick some serious Napa butt, right? But as I read through the article – with horror, I might add – that was not to be. Not because Paso Zins were bad. They just weren’t invited to the party.
MirePoix Vegas is a blog about food. Whether I’m talking about an ethereal meal of caviar and truffles (ha! like that ever happens!), a really great restaurant experience, a new recipe, a new Food Network program, or just sharing how well organic beef hot dogs pair with a five dollar bottle of red (pretty damn good, by the way), it’s going to be about all aspects of the food experience.
Having a “winery” in the truest sense of the word in Nevada is illegal if the county has more than 100,000 people. Just like a brothel. See the connection? Well – except for possibly the good-feeling part – that’s pretty much where the similarity ends.
Let’s face it. We will often open up two bottles of wine when we’re cooking with wine. The one we actually cook with and the one we drink. Both good. But the one we’re drinking is always better. Isn’t that true?
As an example, venison is now being farm-raised, and therefore, it can be presumed, grain finished. Wave good-bye to the luscious, natural wild venison flavor! Let’s go for American Bland!
In the real world, more and more wineries are farming sustainably and ensuring that their wines are as natural and unpolluted as possible. Yes, wine is a health food. Google it.
Assuming that these questions come from a place of really wanting to know – as opposed to trying to get me to stop – I can think of only one answer: Passion.
The bar area is somewhat elevated from the restaurant section. There’s a huge, six-panel television behind the bar. On it was a variety of sporting events – primarily football and baseball – along with that annoying Progressive Insurance woman.
Happily, they eventually closed. Apparently, bad service – no matter how great the food – was the karma that blessed Sweet Water. In its place, however, rose STEELES, an eclectic fusion steakhouse. Whatever that means.
The four of us were seated immediately and were given a complimentary sample of pistachio-encrusted tuna pâté with black sesame seed crackers. Delish.
Unfortunately, that was the last really positive thing that happened.