On a frenzied wine tour through Bordeaux it’s nice to take a relaxing break for a long lunch, and you could do much worse than stop in Pauillac during your Medoc leg.
La Salamandre, looking out directly over the river is charming, top quality, well presented, and has a great wine list.
After a visit to the Wine Gallery in Bordeaux where I tasted some of the best (or in any case, most expensive) wines in the world, La Brasserie Bordelaise was the destination for a bloody, but fatty, grisly and tough, entrecôte steak. What could match the power of Château Latour or Cheval Blanc to accompany such a dish?
In what turned out to be the fortunate circumstance of a cancelled flight, I found myself in Bordeaux for an unexpected extra night. This gave me the opportunity to fulfil a bit of a dream.
Entering through the unassuming entrance of Max Wine Gallery you could be forgiven for thinking that you are entering a posh handbag or clothes boutique. But, inspect further and inside you will find not Chloe or Hermès, but brands a bit closer to my heart, and liver.
Bottles of various top growths from Médoc, St Emilion and Sauternes are imprisoned within glass cases but with tempting little spouts indicating a tad of promiscuity to willing punters. A wino heaven, although at a price.
On a stinking hot sunny day, 36 lobster-skin inducing degrees, what is a pale Englishman to do but find a shady spot, some food and a petit pichet of local rosé?
A London based PR company sent me this fab bottle of Chablis but I can’t find out where to source it in the UK so you may have to go to France if you want to try it (seems to be readily available in the US, however).
As a WART fan member, I was pleased to see the label recommended serving temperature was 10-12 degrees, about twice the temperature of the average UK fridge.
The wine was grapefruity, tangy and yet with the stainless steel flintiness you expect from a good Chablis. More zingy than a Kiwi Sauvignon Blanc, and with a finish longer than a David Cameron speech (but without the gaffes).
If you can find it in the UK, do let me know. I’d like some more. Oh! It goes perfectly with Camembert.
A revisit to this wine that I last enjoyed (immensely) a couple of years ago. I am almost sorry that I have just glugged my last bottle of Château Sociando-Mallet 2001. On this form I really ought to order some more, but it has gone up in price rather a lot since I purchased. Up to £40 per bottle right now. Ooof – one in the nuts for my wine budget. Actually, I was one of those footballing kids who used to duck when planted in the wall. I also made my own a useful, if cowardly, habit of turning around as the kick was taken, to protect my valuables at the expense of seeing the ball. Oh well, it’s only a goal isn’t it? On reflection, I am surprised I never made it into the England squad, when you look at the current crop.
So the World Cup is under way and the Spanish are hardly justifying their place at the top of the bookmakers’ lists, with the defence doing a passable impression of a kilo of Emmental. Probably not much of that being sold in Spain tonight.
Meanwhile, new world wine nation, Uruguay, macerated mid-world South Africa 3-0. And France will have to cheat considerably more than they have so far to win the special FIFA Bloody Sunday Award for fair play.
I guess it’s a good job they can still make great grape juice.
This is a rough country wine from Côtes de Blaye. Earthy, plummy, dark and fruity. Like Thierry Henry but more even handed.
Perfect with peasant food – my team of choice was a cheese (not Swiss) omelette and a handful of salad leaves.
I passed £7.50 to the Wine Society. A quick toe-poke at Google revealed that it is scarcer than a Dubliner in South Africa right now.
In England it is asparagus time. Time to celebrate! Surely there is no better flavour than some fresh (cut today) asparagus lightly seasoned and simply pan fried in butter.
Well, I am prepared to reveal that the dish can be improved upon. Adding a glass of Chablis is like adding a spoon of Dijon mustard to a French dressing – sort of essential*.
You could do worse than this William Fevre, which I picked up from the Wine Society for £13.95. At time of writing the 2008 had replaced the 2007 at the same price. Not cheap but a solid example of this under-rated genre.
With the zing of Sauvignon Blanc, the smoothness of Albariño and the class of Chardonnay (we were yet again reminded in this World Cup year, on the day that Fabio named his final 23, that form is temporary), this Domaine William Fevre is perfect with the noble spring vegetable. The flintiness perfectly offsets the buttery, almost yeasty flavour of the asparagus.
* Other dressings are available.
I’ve been trying a few reds from South West France like this one from the Wine Society. Mostly my experience has been good. No, astonishing!
This rich smoky bomb is no exception. Like inhaling a beetroot and blackberry flavoured firework. Not so much representative of its terroir as made from the very scorched earth the vines are grown in. From the vintage that deep fried numerous Gauls, this is a red-blooded hot spicy mama.
Gunpowder and plot (maybe without the treason, but you never know in France). Truly delicious and at £7.95, a bargain.
Les Baux-de-Provence is not a place I have ever visited. But it has just blasted its way up my desirable-where-to-do-dégustation-in-France list, purely based on this wine, which is one of the most delicious reds I have tasted in a long time.
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