Good Morning Gentle Readers,
Mrs TWC is in Chicago and she had a chance to hear the legendary Charlie Trotter speak about preparing dinner for the legendary Robert Mondavi on the occasion of his 80th birthday. Tough gig. For Mrs TWC, I mean.
Charlie Trotter has an elegant tribute to the late Robert Mondavi, who died May 16 at the age of 94. In the reception area of Trotter's eponymous restaurant, a framed color photograph of the two men is flanked by imperials (the equivalent of eight standard bottles) of Mondavi's 1981 and 1996 cabernet sauvingon reserve.
Everyone assumes that the model for Batman's Gotham City is New York City but Mrs TWC is convinced that it's more likely that it was downtown Chicago, a city she calls absolutely beautiful.
UPDATE from Mrs TWC:
Got to go shopping for a little bit this afternoon on the Miracle Mile and I saw the cutest little black leather jacket ever. It cost as much as a year's tuition at Cal State.
More on Charlie Trotter's here.
UPDATE: I suppose I should mention that Charlie Trotter was slated to cook the honorary feast for Robert Mondavi's 95th as well. Unfortunately, Robert Mondavi was unable to attend due to a death in the family. His. The show did go on without him, though. People paid ten grand apiece to wine and dine. All went to charity.
Insert Queen video of Show Must Go On here. Ain't that the truth, though? Because if the show doesn't go on the alternative is somewhat less than pleasant. And then there are no more chances to grab the brass ring.
There should be a sea of paddles as well when the Bryant Family Vineyard lot goes on the block. It includes an eight magnum vertical of Bryant Family Vineyard cabernet from 1993 through 2000. On top of that, the winning bidder and five guests will join Don Bryant at a private dinner at his New York City residence paired with Bryant wines.
Bryant Family Cab may be the best wine I've ever had. About twelve years ago KC (an actual connoisseur) came pounding at the door on July third. Yes? He thrust the bottle through the door and said, here, open this, quick. Poor guy'd been cooped up on a plane for hours without a smoke and was ready to relax. He talked the guy at the Wine Bank in San Diego into giving it up, a story for another day. I had no idea how pricey it was at the time and about choked later. About seven large these days. If you shop.