I have to admit, sometimes local wines can be surprisingly good.
I was at my old friend Drake Whitcraft's winery today tasting his current releases. This is what I tasted and what I think:
2009 Kick-On Ranch Chardonnay: Full malo, part neutral barrel, part stainless, this is a very pretty chard. Chablis-like with lean, citrus flavors and good acidity.
2009 Olivos del Mar Vineyard Chardonnay: Single Vineyard and technically a "monopole" for Drake, as he takes all the fruit. This wine has a very distinct nose, very close to many Puligny-Montrachet wines I have tasted, say on the high-quality village or even Premiere Cru level (Drake adroitly pointing out the smell of high-quality tuna-fish, a signature aspect of great Puligny wines). Also full malo, with no new oak, in the mouth this wine has a beautiful core of minerality that sets it apart from most other local Chards I've tasted. Weight and viscosity leads one to believe that this wine is not a creature of the Central Coast, but of somewhere greater.
2007 Morning Dew Ranch "FI" Pinot Noir: Racy acidity, this one. I think most Pinot drinkers without a lot of experience drinking French Pinot will find this wine odd. I found it super. It reminds me of the bracing acid profile of the 02 or 07 vintage in Burgundy, more specifically of a Village level Aloxe-Corton. This is definitely not a wine to be compared with wines of the Cotes du Nuits. That said, it is beautiful in it's awkwardness. It needs a strong fish like Salmon or some kind of cured meat to pair with...then it reveals it's beauty.
2007 Melville Vineyard Pinot Noir: This wine is a sexy, seductive beast. Very broad, cherry liqueur-like fruit. A gorgeous expression of local Pinot Noir.
2008 Addamo Vineyards Grenache: 100% Grenache. No topping off with Syrah (a rarity among local Grenache producers, not to mention Pinot producers...), picked at optimal ripeness. Consequently this wine actually looks like, smells like, tastes like, what a Grenache SHOULD look, smell, taste like. Drake even mentioned that he had second guessed this beautiful wine "because it didn't look like everyone elses. I thought I screwed it up." In reality, this wine has a gorgeous perfume of bright red fruit and a pectin, grapefruit like smell and freshness to it that I have only had in two other wines--one of which no longer exists, the other, The wines of Chateau Rayas in the Southern Rhone (the only Chateauneuf du Pape producer to make a 100% Grenache wine). This was my favorite wine of the afternoon.
2007 Clover Creek Syrah: I agreed with Drake, this Syrah is similar to the Syrah's typical of Crozes-Hermitage...which can be off-putting to some for their distinct white and black pepper smells and flavors. But I am a fan, especially when made with balance and freshness. Pretty blue and black fruit, chewy in the mouth. It's everything you want from what seems to me to be a pretty little cool-climate Syrah.
Drake is keeping it real with his wines, making true vins du terroir on the Central Coast. We'll be carrying a selection of his wines at La Tour (under the "Friends" exception), and I encourage everyone to make it in and try them when they're offered by the glass.
Only the Good Stuff
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Burgundy, Je t'aime
So, what's the deal with you and Burgundy? (asks the fictional customer)
So, so glad you asked that question. Well, simply put, Burgundy is, without qualification, the greatest growing region for wine grapes in the world. Does it always produce the greatest wines? No. But it always has the potential to do so. Are all Burgundy wines good? No. But they all have the potential to be. Burgundy struts from vintage to vintage, the envy of the wine world. It's tiny, sinew-like Golden Slope, the mere mention of which turns producers from other regions green with terminal covetousness, produces wines that the rest of the world have always considered to be the benchmarks of perfection (even the Bordelais will begrudgingly admit that a great White Burgundy has no rival in the world, much less from a White Bordeaux).
In Burgundy, Pinot Noir and Chardonnay are King and Queen. But that's not why I, personally, love Burgundy. Yes, Burgundy wine is great because it is a true vin de terroir, it's character coming from a singular and gifted climate and soil speaking through single-varietal wines. Yes, Burgundy is the most intoxicating, compelling wine to smell and drink on the Planet. But Burgundy is also great because it derives from a particular and historical human temperament. And for me, it is the cultural endowment which, above-all, makes Burgundy, and makes it great.
Because The Burgundians are the hicks of France. Rather, nowadays they're the Beverley Hill Billies of France, with money in their pockets to burn on brand new German cars. But at their core they are, and will always be, a people of the land. Down to earth, proud of their rough hands and their rolled R's and their obsession with excess-especially when it comes to food and drink.
Last March I was up in San Francisco for the annual grand tasting of one of the great importers of French wines in the country. I was still a smoker at the time (very a-typical in the trade these days...), so I was in and out, making my rounds of the parking lot every hour or so, trying to be inconspicuous lest one of my colleagues happened to espy my dirty and palate-ruining habit. And I'll let you guess with whom I shared the majority of those smoke breaks...The Burgundians of course. Monsieur's Mortet and Perrot-Minot to be more specific (look them up), two of the greatest producers in Burgundy at the moment. I only wish I spoke more French...but I caught enough of what both of them were saying, to me and to each other, and the gist of it was this--Americans are a boring, tightly-wound, overly health-conscious lot that need to lighten up and have more fun (and, of course, buy more Burgundy). They were dying inside, being at this stuffy, useless event and couldn't understand why these stupid Americans liked this sort of thing.
I understood. Each time they finished their smokes, both men would unceremoniously extinguish the unfiltered cigarettes with their heels, take a deep, frustrated breath, and walk back into the fray together, with reluctance and irritation on their faces. As if to say: You people have missed the whole point. We make great wine because we love to make great wine, and cannot imagine doing anything else. We do it because our Father's did it, and their Father's before them. We do not do it so that we can travel to America and be fawned over by you people and told we are gods. We like making a nice living from the sale of our wines, and our prices will be outrageous for as long as you allow them to be by continuing to buy them...but even if we could only sell our wines for a few dollars a bottle, we would still be right here, doing what we're doing, making great wine and drinking it with great food and good company.
And I guess it's just that right there, that's why I love Burgundy--it's that peculiar and singular smugness of a French Hick deriding the rest of the world for being too healthy, too boring, not drunk enough. And ultimately, too, too serious. There is one thing above-all that a Burgundian is deadly serious about--his land and his wines. But he is only serious because he knows that without them, the good life comes to an abrupt and sober end.
So, so glad you asked that question. Well, simply put, Burgundy is, without qualification, the greatest growing region for wine grapes in the world. Does it always produce the greatest wines? No. But it always has the potential to do so. Are all Burgundy wines good? No. But they all have the potential to be. Burgundy struts from vintage to vintage, the envy of the wine world. It's tiny, sinew-like Golden Slope, the mere mention of which turns producers from other regions green with terminal covetousness, produces wines that the rest of the world have always considered to be the benchmarks of perfection (even the Bordelais will begrudgingly admit that a great White Burgundy has no rival in the world, much less from a White Bordeaux).
In Burgundy, Pinot Noir and Chardonnay are King and Queen. But that's not why I, personally, love Burgundy. Yes, Burgundy wine is great because it is a true vin de terroir, it's character coming from a singular and gifted climate and soil speaking through single-varietal wines. Yes, Burgundy is the most intoxicating, compelling wine to smell and drink on the Planet. But Burgundy is also great because it derives from a particular and historical human temperament. And for me, it is the cultural endowment which, above-all, makes Burgundy, and makes it great.
Because The Burgundians are the hicks of France. Rather, nowadays they're the Beverley Hill Billies of France, with money in their pockets to burn on brand new German cars. But at their core they are, and will always be, a people of the land. Down to earth, proud of their rough hands and their rolled R's and their obsession with excess-especially when it comes to food and drink.
Last March I was up in San Francisco for the annual grand tasting of one of the great importers of French wines in the country. I was still a smoker at the time (very a-typical in the trade these days...), so I was in and out, making my rounds of the parking lot every hour or so, trying to be inconspicuous lest one of my colleagues happened to espy my dirty and palate-ruining habit. And I'll let you guess with whom I shared the majority of those smoke breaks...The Burgundians of course. Monsieur's Mortet and Perrot-Minot to be more specific (look them up), two of the greatest producers in Burgundy at the moment. I only wish I spoke more French...but I caught enough of what both of them were saying, to me and to each other, and the gist of it was this--Americans are a boring, tightly-wound, overly health-conscious lot that need to lighten up and have more fun (and, of course, buy more Burgundy). They were dying inside, being at this stuffy, useless event and couldn't understand why these stupid Americans liked this sort of thing.
I understood. Each time they finished their smokes, both men would unceremoniously extinguish the unfiltered cigarettes with their heels, take a deep, frustrated breath, and walk back into the fray together, with reluctance and irritation on their faces. As if to say: You people have missed the whole point. We make great wine because we love to make great wine, and cannot imagine doing anything else. We do it because our Father's did it, and their Father's before them. We do not do it so that we can travel to America and be fawned over by you people and told we are gods. We like making a nice living from the sale of our wines, and our prices will be outrageous for as long as you allow them to be by continuing to buy them...but even if we could only sell our wines for a few dollars a bottle, we would still be right here, doing what we're doing, making great wine and drinking it with great food and good company.
And I guess it's just that right there, that's why I love Burgundy--it's that peculiar and singular smugness of a French Hick deriding the rest of the world for being too healthy, too boring, not drunk enough. And ultimately, too, too serious. There is one thing above-all that a Burgundian is deadly serious about--his land and his wines. But he is only serious because he knows that without them, the good life comes to an abrupt and sober end.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
On the Pursuit of Greatness
I wish everyone at some point in their life to experience what it feels like, tastes like, smells like, to drink truly great wine. It is right up there with the top transformative experiences in life--having sex for the first time, having a child, family members and close friends passing away, seeing the artist's work in real life--and it changes you. Forever.
In the realm of alcoholic drinks, wine clearly stands at the pinnacle. It's the most difficult to make, it is the most transformative in bottle, it offers the greatest variety across its narrow genealogical plant spectrum, and it is not merely refreshing and tasty(like beer and spirits, never mind what the "mixologists" will claim), but has the ability to transcend the known flavor spectrum entirely...on occasion.
Our generation has turned toward wine consumption in a way that no modern generation has--which is exciting, because as a response to our demand, more and more wines are becoming available from the Old World from year to year. But that's also the problem. For every good wine that finds it's way to America, there are ten that have no business ever being consumed.
In a fine country like ours, new trends are exploited with lightning speed, and while the gettin is good, the good, the bad and the ugly are all there, trampling each other, trying to get their piece of the pie. At the bottom, bad wine proliferates, and only the trained eye can avoid making bad decisions (and that's not always the case). At the top, wine prices sky-rocket, and the "cult" phenomenon makes the top echelons of wine producers virtually unattainable by 99 percent of the drinking population.
So for all us poor but discriminating, intellectually curious wine drinkers, its tough not to conclude that one always gets pretty much what one pays for, and we follow the market blindly into our buying decisions.
DO NOT TRUST WHAT THE MARKET IS SELLING YOU!!
Good should never be defined solely by price tag. And when good wines are expensive, there is usually a (semi) plausible explanation one can accept.
Bottom line: Good wine is one of the great pleasures of the earth, and great wine is one of a very few good things that transform us, that when we drink it inspires in us beauty, creativity and art. The nature of our society wants to charge us fair-market for the promise of this experience. It is what it is. And sometimes it happens, most times it doesn't. I have spent many thousands of dollars chasing this particular little beast down the rabbit hole...and sometimes I look around at the bottles I have consumed and then have kept and put on the shelf as trophies; and I think, was it a waste?
But then I realize that I am posing the question in the wrong way. The question, after all, is not whether I wasted money on fermented grape juice in a pretty French bottle (the answer to that is, yes, of course I have), but whether I sought, spent, and consumed in the right spirit. In the spirit of discovery, of wonder, of curiosity and passion.
Only the truly great things in life, pursued in this way, can, at the end of the day, when there is no more money left in our coats and the cupboards are bare, leave us with a sense that it hasn't all been a waste of time after all.
In the realm of alcoholic drinks, wine clearly stands at the pinnacle. It's the most difficult to make, it is the most transformative in bottle, it offers the greatest variety across its narrow genealogical plant spectrum, and it is not merely refreshing and tasty(like beer and spirits, never mind what the "mixologists" will claim), but has the ability to transcend the known flavor spectrum entirely...on occasion.
Our generation has turned toward wine consumption in a way that no modern generation has--which is exciting, because as a response to our demand, more and more wines are becoming available from the Old World from year to year. But that's also the problem. For every good wine that finds it's way to America, there are ten that have no business ever being consumed.
In a fine country like ours, new trends are exploited with lightning speed, and while the gettin is good, the good, the bad and the ugly are all there, trampling each other, trying to get their piece of the pie. At the bottom, bad wine proliferates, and only the trained eye can avoid making bad decisions (and that's not always the case). At the top, wine prices sky-rocket, and the "cult" phenomenon makes the top echelons of wine producers virtually unattainable by 99 percent of the drinking population.
So for all us poor but discriminating, intellectually curious wine drinkers, its tough not to conclude that one always gets pretty much what one pays for, and we follow the market blindly into our buying decisions.
DO NOT TRUST WHAT THE MARKET IS SELLING YOU!!
Good should never be defined solely by price tag. And when good wines are expensive, there is usually a (semi) plausible explanation one can accept.
Bottom line: Good wine is one of the great pleasures of the earth, and great wine is one of a very few good things that transform us, that when we drink it inspires in us beauty, creativity and art. The nature of our society wants to charge us fair-market for the promise of this experience. It is what it is. And sometimes it happens, most times it doesn't. I have spent many thousands of dollars chasing this particular little beast down the rabbit hole...and sometimes I look around at the bottles I have consumed and then have kept and put on the shelf as trophies; and I think, was it a waste?
But then I realize that I am posing the question in the wrong way. The question, after all, is not whether I wasted money on fermented grape juice in a pretty French bottle (the answer to that is, yes, of course I have), but whether I sought, spent, and consumed in the right spirit. In the spirit of discovery, of wonder, of curiosity and passion.
Only the truly great things in life, pursued in this way, can, at the end of the day, when there is no more money left in our coats and the cupboards are bare, leave us with a sense that it hasn't all been a waste of time after all.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
2008 Jean Noel Gagnard Chassagne-Montrachet "L'Estimee"
Drank this bottle last night...definitely my recommended wine of the week. This little burly monster is from Burgundy-South, in the little village of Chassagne, one of the most famous places for white wine (Chardonnay) in the word. Though world renouned for whites, the reds coming out of this village are also of very high quality, especially from the top producers. Usually a single cuvee is made (in contrast to whites, which tend to be differentiated, with many single vineyard wines), as is the case with Jean Noel Gagnard. Beautiful brambly fruit with a lightning rod of minerality carrying all the way from nose to finish, this little $40 Burgundy kicks ass. A refreshing departure from the "typical" Northern Burgundy style, this tastes more like a 1er Cru from Pommard as it does a Village level cuvee.
This wine will be available by the glass at La Tour.
This wine will be available by the glass at La Tour.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Captain's Log 12.8.10
Well, the plumbing is done...pretty much. We just have to fit the 3 compartment sink with copper drains...but the terrible business of tying into the sewage line is, thankfully, all done.
Next step, splash guards for every sink. These are relatively simple, justsome aluminum siding that comes up and separates each sink from contaminating the one next to it. Seems so silly for a place that is just washing wine glasses!
Our plumber was amazing...traded the work for a couple rounds of golf at La Cumbre Country Club! Great guy too...likes old punk music...so have been listening to The Ramones and The Clash and The Sex Pistols. Not bad...goes well with raw sewage.
Drinking a pretty little Austrian Gruner Veltliner and watching the shadows overtake Ortega street looking east. The wine smells of minerals and tastes of Pink Ladies and Limes. I am happy with today's progress. It's a good feeling, given the last few months of frustrating travails.
Next step, splash guards for every sink. These are relatively simple, justsome aluminum siding that comes up and separates each sink from contaminating the one next to it. Seems so silly for a place that is just washing wine glasses!
Our plumber was amazing...traded the work for a couple rounds of golf at La Cumbre Country Club! Great guy too...likes old punk music...so have been listening to The Ramones and The Clash and The Sex Pistols. Not bad...goes well with raw sewage.
Drinking a pretty little Austrian Gruner Veltliner and watching the shadows overtake Ortega street looking east. The wine smells of minerals and tastes of Pink Ladies and Limes. I am happy with today's progress. It's a good feeling, given the last few months of frustrating travails.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Ok, fine, so square footage...
Yes. We are small. Very small. But we will never apologize for it...in fact, big sucks. Yes. I said it. BIG SUCKS. Especially in this economy.
When people first walk in, I can see the same thought written all over their faces..."It's so small!" But after a few minutes (and a drink), all is usually well.
I mean, we're technically not a bar...but we're not not a bar either. We're not a wine store...but we're not not a wine store either. We're not a tasting room...but, well, you get what I'm saying.
In short, it's hard to say what exactly we are. I prefer it that way...it's always nice to be defined solely by negative statements. It leaves room for the imagination.
And imagination is what is driving independent businesses during this challenging time. Money is hard to come by in any form, and traditional business models have become untenable. Evolving and finding creative ways to cultivate businesses that people want to patronize is good for everyone though. And it's great to see so many people (seemingly) finding success through exploring tough and scary alternative models.
The future is bright...it must be bright.
When people first walk in, I can see the same thought written all over their faces..."It's so small!" But after a few minutes (and a drink), all is usually well.
I mean, we're technically not a bar...but we're not not a bar either. We're not a wine store...but we're not not a wine store either. We're not a tasting room...but, well, you get what I'm saying.
In short, it's hard to say what exactly we are. I prefer it that way...it's always nice to be defined solely by negative statements. It leaves room for the imagination.
And imagination is what is driving independent businesses during this challenging time. Money is hard to come by in any form, and traditional business models have become untenable. Evolving and finding creative ways to cultivate businesses that people want to patronize is good for everyone though. And it's great to see so many people (seemingly) finding success through exploring tough and scary alternative models.
The future is bright...it must be bright.
Monday, December 6, 2010
How to Always Buy Good Imported Wine
We've all done it. You're in the store, let's say Trader Joes or BevMo, and you're standing there, arms akimbo, possibly scratching your beard (if you have one), confronted by a wall of bottles...and if you happen to be in the Imports Section, you have no idea what the labels are trying to say to you. So what do you do? You're certainly NOT leaving without a bottle. You're determined to show your girlfriend (or boyfriend or wife or life partner or the person you woke up with this morning) that, on the contrary, you are sexy and cultured, and that whole business with the wine in the box last time was dreadfully out of character.
So you look for the coolest label with a reasonable price (too cheap and the wine could really suck, too expensive and you will have felt like that dude you saw in the club the other night who ordered Crystal simply so he could say he was sippin on Krystaaal in the club last night). And roll the dice.
I understand this. You're not a bad person for having done it. Just don't EVER, EVER do it again. There is one simple trick to buying imported wine with arcane labeling, and coming out a winner every time.
BUY ACCORDING TO IMPORTER
Instead of rolling the dice and buying by aesthetic, memorize import companies and look for their stamp on the back of the bottle. Usually, importers are pretty small and represent a certain style and quality level. Find a few you like and then look for them...odds are better that if you like one bottle from an importer, you'll like others.
Importers I look for:
Oops, sorry, if you want to know my secrets, come into the shop and check it out for yourself.
So you look for the coolest label with a reasonable price (too cheap and the wine could really suck, too expensive and you will have felt like that dude you saw in the club the other night who ordered Crystal simply so he could say he was sippin on Krystaaal in the club last night). And roll the dice.
I understand this. You're not a bad person for having done it. Just don't EVER, EVER do it again. There is one simple trick to buying imported wine with arcane labeling, and coming out a winner every time.
BUY ACCORDING TO IMPORTER
Instead of rolling the dice and buying by aesthetic, memorize import companies and look for their stamp on the back of the bottle. Usually, importers are pretty small and represent a certain style and quality level. Find a few you like and then look for them...odds are better that if you like one bottle from an importer, you'll like others.
Importers I look for:
Oops, sorry, if you want to know my secrets, come into the shop and check it out for yourself.
John and Jane
Jane: "oh John, do we have to go out EVERY weekend? It's always so loud and packed with douche bags..."
John: "Well Jane, if you want to be cool you have to go out...to maintain a 'presence'. Plus, you like seeing your friends right? The 'douche bags', as you call them, just come with he territory."
Jane: "But John, I want to have my cake and eat it too! JOHN!!!! FIX IT!!!!"
Narrator: Gees, John is in a real fix here, isn't he folks? What can he do? He'd dare not upset Jane, and he can't go out unless he comes up with a solution...FAST!
John: " There there sweet Janie, don't be upset. Just give me a minute to think this through....[long pause, John is visibly sweating]....
...JANE! THATS IT! But of course, why didn't I think of it sooner! Janie we're saved!"
Jane: "Oh John, I knew you could do it! Tell me, whatever can we do?"
John. "Jane, grab your coat and call your best girlfriends. We're going to La Tour!
Narrator: Well folks, it looks like John isn't as stupid as he looks. John knows La Tour is the only place in town where, with a few friends, you can be sure to have an evening 'douche bag' free. Be smart like John and keep La Tour in mind the next time your girlfriend or boyfriend has a case of the douche-bag-blues.
John: "Well Jane, if you want to be cool you have to go out...to maintain a 'presence'. Plus, you like seeing your friends right? The 'douche bags', as you call them, just come with he territory."
Jane: "But John, I want to have my cake and eat it too! JOHN!!!! FIX IT!!!!"
Narrator: Gees, John is in a real fix here, isn't he folks? What can he do? He'd dare not upset Jane, and he can't go out unless he comes up with a solution...FAST!
John: " There there sweet Janie, don't be upset. Just give me a minute to think this through....[long pause, John is visibly sweating]....
...JANE! THATS IT! But of course, why didn't I think of it sooner! Janie we're saved!"
Jane: "Oh John, I knew you could do it! Tell me, whatever can we do?"
John. "Jane, grab your coat and call your best girlfriends. We're going to La Tour!
Narrator: Well folks, it looks like John isn't as stupid as he looks. John knows La Tour is the only place in town where, with a few friends, you can be sure to have an evening 'douche bag' free. Be smart like John and keep La Tour in mind the next time your girlfriend or boyfriend has a case of the douche-bag-blues.
Friday, December 3, 2010
Concrete Jungle and The Water Closet
Yesterday was GNARLY! Spent the majority of the day jack-hammering through an 85 year-old brick and concrete foundation to sink a floor drain. The dust kicked off from the concrete saw made me look like I had just stepped off of the face of the moon. I have concrete in every crevice...and it won't wash off!
Then I drank beer...sometimes all I need is a Stella...and a few glasses of a nice crisp white. And a Pimm's Ginger Ale. And a coke. And a cookie.
So today all of the sinks arrived. Imagine, five sinks in 180 sqft. That's like having five sinks in your above average sized (but still by no means large) bathroom. Actually, I had the thought that "The Water Closet" might have been a pretty good name for the place...classy right?
Speaking of restrooms, so the last piece of the puzzle is to take the plans down to the health department for approval...after that...it's just a matter of time...no crazy hurdles anymore...just days and days of unemployment and nothing to do. By nothing I mean creating a wine list, scrounging some money for product...getting the &$@%#* website finished, and working on "ambience." my good friends with no money say I should really kitsch it out...and my paying clients say I should make it shabby sheik...I want both to be happy...which means, my apologies, I won't be listening to either.
Left to do today: hook up hand sink. Piece of cake.
Then I drank beer...sometimes all I need is a Stella...and a few glasses of a nice crisp white. And a Pimm's Ginger Ale. And a coke. And a cookie.
So today all of the sinks arrived. Imagine, five sinks in 180 sqft. That's like having five sinks in your above average sized (but still by no means large) bathroom. Actually, I had the thought that "The Water Closet" might have been a pretty good name for the place...classy right?
Speaking of restrooms, so the last piece of the puzzle is to take the plans down to the health department for approval...after that...it's just a matter of time...no crazy hurdles anymore...just days and days of unemployment and nothing to do. By nothing I mean creating a wine list, scrounging some money for product...getting the &$@%#* website finished, and working on "ambience." my good friends with no money say I should really kitsch it out...and my paying clients say I should make it shabby sheik...I want both to be happy...which means, my apologies, I won't be listening to either.
Left to do today: hook up hand sink. Piece of cake.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Captain's Log 12.01.2010
Cold as hell in here. I wish there was an IPad App that could register temperature. Stuck my hand into my wine cooler, set at 54 degrees, and it felt warm. This is a great spot for wine...most small wine shops are too hot...wine does not do well stored above 60 degrees.
Have been alone much of the day...answering emails and coordinating the plumbing...which goes in on Tuesday. I have to rent a concrete saw tomorrow and cut into the floor to fit the floor drain and mop sink (which I will never use...thanks health dept).
Lots of lookie-loos though. Mostly old people today. Like moths to the flame. Here's another one just now...old man on an electric bike. Bike too big for man (Or is it the other way around?)
Resisting the urge to drink. Scratch that, it's a lie. Drinking a pretty little Montepulciano wine from Abruzzo. Lovely and fine, heady but not serious.
The meter maid comes by once an hour. When the sun goes down I think her little blinking light is the cops.
Customers-a-plenty, but no way to legally slake their steadily growing thirst. Can thirst grow anyway?
Good song: Golden Cage by The Whitest Boy Alive.
Will anyone mind if I read at the bar? Should I post customer stream-of-consciousness here? Might be fun.
Well, time to call it a day.
Cheers,
Graham
Have been alone much of the day...answering emails and coordinating the plumbing...which goes in on Tuesday. I have to rent a concrete saw tomorrow and cut into the floor to fit the floor drain and mop sink (which I will never use...thanks health dept).
Lots of lookie-loos though. Mostly old people today. Like moths to the flame. Here's another one just now...old man on an electric bike. Bike too big for man (Or is it the other way around?)
Resisting the urge to drink. Scratch that, it's a lie. Drinking a pretty little Montepulciano wine from Abruzzo. Lovely and fine, heady but not serious.
The meter maid comes by once an hour. When the sun goes down I think her little blinking light is the cops.
Customers-a-plenty, but no way to legally slake their steadily growing thirst. Can thirst grow anyway?
Good song: Golden Cage by The Whitest Boy Alive.
Will anyone mind if I read at the bar? Should I post customer stream-of-consciousness here? Might be fun.
Well, time to call it a day.
Cheers,
Graham
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