Rod showing stellar swirling
When we last went to the Zin Fest in 2010 (has it been that long?!?) we never expected to be interviewed by the local paper!

Association of African American Vintners
People, like grapes, come in all colors. And like grapes, can sometimes be surprising with their personalities, characteristics, and the way that other people perceive them.

St. Claire Hotel in San Jose
And since my “official photographer” and I snapped almost 200 pictures over the weekend, it took quite a while to go through everything and edit out the bad, the extraneous, the redundant, and the embarrassing, and put the remainder in galleries.

Wine Tasting at Home
If you want to serve a wine that may be a little pricey, don’t be afraid to get measured pourers! They are easily hand washable, but don’t do well in garbage disposals. Don’t ask.

I never forsook my quest for a great Chardonnay, and because of that, I began to taste (and enjoy) a complete range of white wines. And in the process, I lost my ABC attitude. Oh, that means Anything But Chardonnay.

However, I decided that I needed to bring more of these back because they display some pretty **cough cough** nice writing on my part. Especially this one, which I guess I really didn't write at all. Never mind.

Cat Litter
And the fact that I like - even *expect* - the aroma of cat pee in my Sauvignon Blanc in no way indicates that I have a fetish for sniffing cat boxes. Otherwise, I'd probably actually own a cat.

John Curtas & Me!
This was the interview I did in 2008 with John Curtas, our own intrepid restaurant critic who has gone on to bigger and better things, including Iron Chef America judge, author, and separated-at-birth celebrity!

Robert Parker
So why is it that the overwhelming majority of official wine tasters and critics are men? It's not because they're better at the sniffing or tasting. It's because they have better memories. And because they don’t go through menopause.

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.

Steels Dead?
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.

I will admit that some Napa Chards have exceeded the idea of balance in favor of the overdone ("What was that vintage? 2006 Louisville Slugger? Yum!") With that being said, I'd rather have an overoaked Chard than one that tastes like lemonade laced with pineapple juice. I want WINE, not a melted popsicle.