especially the growths, especially Julienas. In the end, there
is nothing at all like it, summer or winter, sad or happy. Meals
at "Au Lyonnais" in the early '70's, refusing no suggestions,
salade de pissenlits au lardons, wild boar stew, cheese, cheeses,
dessert. And much, much more.
Portugal. The most underrated wine in Europe."O Forno"
in a little town in the backland of Algarve, old farm relics on
the wall, grilled meats and jugs of wine, dark, dark, black, goes
right to your heart.
On vacation in a little medieval town in Catalunya, bugs came
out of the wall at two in the morning and ate you alive, and a
war veteran with no powers of speech sat in a chair on a terrace
and groaned his nightmares all day long. On the way home we stopped
in Saint Sadurni d'Anoia to fill the car with Cava. We asked for
an address we had seen on one of the bottles that tasted best.
We were send to a little store selling cloth. The lady called
someone, and then told us to sit. We waited. five minutes later
a little well-dressed man, the owner, came and talked to us in
French and English and led us around the corner into a courtyard
housing the smallest Cava cellar in Spain, many floors deep. We
filled the car.
Beer on an Island.
Seybrew, Seychelles. Beer on an island is always exquisite because
of the setting. This one was made even more so by ourhosts and
by a population with an education and with their teeth intact.
Creole spicyness, and a salad dressing marinating itself on little
bits of carrot and onion.