The Boozy Lifestyle goal is to avoid gastronomic catastrophe. There are some excellent books on pairing if you’re interested in a painstaking journey into balancing the flavors of food with the perfect wine
A lady walks into a liquor store and asks for a bottle of wine with a dog on the label. No, this isn’t the beginning of a “girl walks into a bar” joke. A customer asked us to find this bottle amidst the 1200 wines in the store. After a bit of sleuthing (white or red helped narrow the field) and realizing that the dog was actually a fox, we identified her Foxhorn Merlot.
How my liquor store wanderlust was replaced with an efficient personal shopper and car loading service.
The concept of tasting edibles side by side is a more precise way to compare the subtleties of flavor that may be missed if consumed on different days.
A good wine server will open the bottle with showmanship, deftly plying his corkscrew like a sculptor wielding his chisel.
There are those wines you drink that give you absolute pleasure. Others are tolerable and for happy hour pricing, or free, you’ll settle. Then there is wine that you must simply pour down the drain while gently humming “Taps”.
Inspiration struck during cocktail hour one evening when I referred to our routine as our “boozy lifestyle”. In a trendy culture of beauty, fitness, and fashion lifestyle gurus, the idea of being a boozy lifestyle expert carries a measure of irony with it. The word ‘boozy’ expresses just the irreverence I was looking for; not youthful, feminine, or especially well-mannered.
Not literally Hollywood, but Napa in a stretch limo is close enough.
The night wears on and your perfect pants are slipping down to your underwear, bagging in the butt, and bunching in the legs. Sound familiar?
Carmen’s Seafood Restaurant in Sea Isle New Jersey, like many of the shore town restaurants, closes for the winter. It makes perfect sense considering the restaurant has no outside walls. (Just a few interior walls like for the kitchen and the restrooms.) To clear out the larder before the season ends, they have a belly-buster, fixed price, all the seafood you can imagine dinner. The idea sounds great in theory, but my belly doesn’t need busting at this point, so we go for the lobster. In particular, the post-Labor Day two lobster lunch special (no sharing allowed.)