This is the NO DELI drink diary,
wherein I struggle to document all of my beverage adventures,
keep my ɪŋɡlɪʃ skɪllƶ intact, and unlearn basic HTML.
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What is probably the least commercial wine in my small collection, the not-terribly-adhesive label tells me so many useful things about ‘Our Wine': which grape varieties are involved (Rkatsiteli, Khikhvi, Mtsvane) and at what ratio; the exact concentration of sugars, expressed in g/dm3; the wine was aged in Qvevri ; the wine is (quite) unfiltered; the name of the village (Kardanakhi) in Kakheti where the grapes were grown; there are six guys running Akhoebi Vineyards, two of which are probably Italians. The list goes on. Excellent orange wine!
What is surely the most commercial wine in my small collection, the label on this Beaujolais Nouveau tells me “WOO!” with all the vivacity of a mid-afternoon rave sponsored by Microsoft & Coca-Cola.
Not sure I understand the antipathy, but I’m told that people turn their noses up at pomegranate wines, fruit wines in general. Fine with me – keeps the prices low.
Just walk past that proto-retro-trash-chic bar with the obnoxious ‘NO SUSHI’ sign in its window… [Set eyes upon the classy faux-flagstone facade of that pub and you may reasonably think to yourself “Ah! At last! Quality nigiri lies within!”. Only then do you take note of the sign. It’s the owner’s idea of ‘making a statement’. You see, he’s taking a stand on behalf of traditional south Brooklyn foodstuffs, i.e. overpriced buffalo wings. A real hero of the neighborhood.]
Then continue past all the chintzy sushi joints offering their stale, factory-produced fare to an unwitting local clientele. Oh no – wait – those’re cellphone stores. My mistake. Keep walking…
Eventually you’ll arrive at Apani Georgian Cuisine. Owned & operated by welcoming folks, providing quality pkhali, ajapsandali, badrijani nigvzit, lobio and – of course – churchxela. They’ve excellent breads there, too – especially the lobiani.
But I’m not qualified to write restaurant reviews, which is why I’ll append here that:
Nothing Refreshes like Crystal Lagidze™ Literally Nothing.
[Right next to Sheepshead Bay stop on the B/Q.]
Tell them No Deli sent you. Go ahead.
You know. Caucasus Georgia.
Sure – the pheasant is crying, but I’m tearing up too; I had to trudge through NoHo to fetch a bottle. In my workaday clothes! On a Saturday evening, no less. My sense of self-worth will not soon recover.
This Rkatsiteli is one of the best few orange wines I’ve tried. And while I very much enjoyed it, my shabby opinion contrasts markedly with those of some dickish erudite old pros. For what that’s worth.
My flip little presentation of real vs. fake soldatenkaffees seems to have attracted a some attention lately. No idea why.
From the website:
“Hairoun® Mauby or School Boy Beer is an indigenous product made from natural mauby, natural spice flavor, sugar and purified Vincentian water to give it that refreshing unique taste. It’s a true Vincentain brand that makes consumers feel good about their heritage and Vincentian traditions.”
From the lady at the corner store:
“Is it uhhhhh black people drink? Because I sell mostly to uhhhhh…” *waves hand towards unsuspecting black people standing nearby*