It has been pointed out to me, more than once, that no one in Italy drinks wine with pizza. I don’t know that this is true – I’ve seen it – but it is certainly not the majority choice.
But our blogging team, gathered in the pleasant chill of an early Asti evening, is if nothing else a collection of wine dorks. And so wine it will be, with Milanese-influenced pizza at Francese (via dei Cappellai 15, Asti). Lots of it, as well.
The pizzas? Crispy at the exterior, mushy in the middle – the thing A16 always gets dinged for, even though they’re doing it correctly – with intense ingredients dealt to the pizza’s upper surface with the restrained hand of the Italian rather than the lavish hand of the American. But the truth is, authenticity and appeal are not necessarily the same thing, and while I appreciate the presence of either, my personal preference is for a more cracker-like crust. The relative thinness of toppings doesn’t bother me (it depends on the specifics), and I find the balance and purity of our DOP mozzarella, basil, and tomato very nearly perfect. I just wish there was a less authentically Milanese crust. Our pizzas are followed by a series of cake-like desserts that are lovely in their rich simplicity, but filling to the extreme.
Jeremy Parzen, our team leader and renaissance guru of all things Italianate – on which see below for more – is a trip and a half in his escalating (as the wine flows) mix of loquacity and a certain thoughtful despondency. As the evening progresses, he turns into a one-man quote machine, for both good and ill. Much of what he says I am compelled to redact for reasons of propriety, but here’s a brief sample of his wisdom:
“I’ve got a fuckin’ PhD in Italian poetry, fuckin’…Thor.”
“This [moscato d’Asti] is the number one strip club wine in America, because strippers love it.”
San Francesco 2008 Costa d’Amalfi “per eva” (Campania) – A blend of falanghina, pepella, and ginestra. Sounds more like an opera than a wine, to me. Anyway, it’s a touch spritzy, full of lime and lemongrass, with a surprising chalkiness that sneaks up, takes over for a moment, and then skitters away. Sour bones of structure and pale decay clutter up the finish. Very interesting.
Oddero 2001 Barolo Rocche di Castiglione (Piedmont) – Already fairly mature in some ways, with its soil turned pepper-powdery and the fruit having yielded to well-dried black roses. Old tar, laid long ago with aspiration, through a long-fallow field permeates both the tar and the structure. The finish is soil-derived but powdery. Very approachable, and despite all expectations I’d consider drinking this nowish.
Ratti 2001 Barolo Marcenasco (Piedmont) – Light and dirty, with a lift to it despite the dark-fruited, brooding core. Crushed flowers everywhere. This is still developing, and while there are prematurely mature elements present, the wine itself is still reasonably firm and grippy, and will need another five-plus years (at the very least to yield its full range of aromatic complexity.
Produttori del Barbaresco 2005 Barbaresco (Piedmont) – Very tannic and brutish, with flailing acidity and a biting lash of tart red fruit. Powerful and concentrated in a way that’s perhaps not expected from this basic blend, with sour cherry mostarda taking control of the finish. Very, very young.
Forteto della Luja Loazzolo (Piedmont) – A moscato passito, piney and floral, with a giant burst of intensity that comes up short. Striking for its moment, but that moment is soon lost.
Saracco 2009 Moscato d’Asti (Piedmont) – Bright apple foam, lightly perfumed and joyous, but with a serious face as well. Neither pure fun nor overly aspirational, but forging a middle path.
5 comments:
Um, the reason moscato is big at strip clubs is because of a song called "I Invented Sex" (catchy title) by somebody who bills himself as Trey Songz. The relevant lyric:
"Its a celebration [clap clap] bravo
Lobster and shrimp and a glass of moscato
For the girl who's a student and the friend who's a model
Finish the whole bottle and we gon do it big like this."
The only reason I know this is because our Moscato sales have suddenly picked up, especially among persons of the African-American persuasion, and somebody finally clued me in about the song.
@Thor thanks for the kind words and the camaraderie on this trip. It's been such a blast to get to know you in person and to taste with you. Looking forward to Nebbiolo over the next few days.
@The Wine Mule There are many tales in the wine world, among the sellers, about Moscato and the strip club. One day I'll share the one about the Gentleman's club in Dallas (but don't tell Thor!). ;-)
The only reason I know this is [...]
Yes, yes, yes. We believe you. ;-)
Jeremy, it has indeed been a blast...of oak and tannin from the wines, but also of enjoyable tomfoolery from the "Barbera 7."
many "tales," only because I can't resist a pun...
And here we are, a bunch of guys, talking about strip clubs and tail. How progressive of us.
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