Eating & Drinking My Way Across Maryland

I was headed to Baltimore as the heavy storm and flood warnings continued to flash across my phone screen. It has been one of the rainiest summers ever in Maryland and I was set to spend the next few days in the market, selling wine, tasting wine and feasting. So far, Charm City had done nothing to really captivate me and I was convinced the torrential downpours wouldn’t help.

BALTIMORE

I arrived at Hotel Revival, the new Joie de Vivre hotel in the Mount Vernon area of Baltimore, just before the rain. The Revival is a well-designed boutique hotel. It does have a few quirks (oh, yay, there is a “barista”, but what that really means is that I have to wait 20 minutes to get a coffee in the morning), but overall it’s a very pleasant place to stay.  Although Mount Vernon was looking to me like the best area of Baltimore I have stayed in thus far, the rain was so relentlessly hard that I chose to eat in the rooftop hotel restaurant, Topside. I ordered a lovely Tomato Salad with Local Crab (when in Maryland) and a bowl of Gemelli pasta with Fava Beans and Peas, both of which were delightful. I was “forced” to pair my meal with a martini because the wine list leaves much to be desired, but, to be fair, the focus here is clearly on beer and cider.

Brooding Baltimore

The next day I got lucky and, although the air was thick with humidity, the rain subsided and the sun was trying its very best to stay out.  After a successful day of selling wine outside of the city, I was determined to WALK somewhere for dinner from my hotel.  Walking is apparently something that is unheard of in some most Baltimore neighborhoods, lest you take in an errant bullet on your way to eat. (Yes, I’m exaggerating, but not that much.)  I soldiered on, and ended up strolling by parks and graceful architecture while making my way to historic Charles Street. I felt a slight twinge of excitement as I sat at an outdoor table at Marie Louise Bistro near a tree lined corner of North Charles. A beautiful, breezy night and refreshing glass of Vouvray, followed by Duck Confit and Chinon, could almost make me fall for Charm City.

ANNAPOLIS

Next I took off to Annapolis, the capital of Maryland, in the searing heat, but the sun was still shining. I checked in to the Historic Inns of Annapolis downtown, within walking distance of my dinner at Annapolis Yacht Club. There are various buildings that make up the Historic Inns and I was in the Maryland Inn, right on Main Street. In a convenient location, with small but clean and fairly updated rooms, I was told later by my Lyft driver that the Inn is haunted. I didn’t see any ghosts, but the bartender who served me a beer at the bar next door to the hotel, was the same guy who let me in my room when my key card was deactivated later that evening.  Hmmmm.

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Historic Buildings in Annapolis

After a short but sweltering walk down Main street, I stopped for a bite at a bright, airy spot called Preserve. My grilled radish salad was just the lunch I needed before the multi-course wine dinner to come. To cool down (such a good excuse) I paired the salad with a sparkling rose of Malbec. A quick freshen up and change, and I headed down towards the water to the Yacht Club. The club suffered a bad fire three years ago and has been housed in a temporary space on Dock Street until the main club is rebuilt. The food, from the oysters passed during the reception, to the Tenderloin of Bison with Salsify Root as the last course, was all top-notch and expertly paired with the Long Meadow Ranch wines. After the main courses were over, the food just kept on coming, finishing up with a Cherry Blossom Crisp and finally, an irresistible cheese plate.

Annapolis is a likable town, and although storms threatened as I wound up the curvy streets past colonial houses and historic buildings to my haunted house, I escaped the rain once again.

Colonial Houses in the Historic District

EASTON

I had never heard of Easton, Maryland, a small town on the eastern shore of the Chesapeake Bay, before I visited during this trip. What a beautiful, well kept town it is. The town dates back to 1709 and there’s a lot of historical buildings downtown, including the Talbot County Courthouse, originally built in 1711, and Magazine Alley, a narrow street used by the militia in the Revolutionary War. I strolled around surveying the architecture and lingering in the gardens to escape the heat.

I had two events, a tasting at Snifter’s Bistro during the day, and a wine dinner at The Inn at 202 Dover in the evening. I stopped for lunch at the Tidewater Inn for a Maryland Crab Cake and a glass of sparkling wine before heading to Snifter’s. It hit the spot, but I must admit I don’t quite understand all the fuss about crab cakes.

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Peacock Restaurant & Lounge at Inn at 202 Dover

The highlight of my trip was staying, and hosting the wine dinner, at The Inn at 202 Dover. The home itself is stunning, and the decor in the main areas and the rooms inside is meticulous and charming.  My hosts, Ron and Shelby, were very welcoming and I’d say we put on a successful wine dinner.  My only regret is that I don’t have pictures of the food, which included Striped Bass en Papillote with Gingered Mushrooms, and Foie Gras Torchon with Currant Compote and Toast Points (to name a few) and all were wonderfully paired with the LMR wines by Chef Potts.

Maryland is such a wide-reaching state with so many different thing to enjoy, from the food, to the coastline, to the history. Even though I give Baltimore a hard time, I look forward to visiting again. Cheers!

Let’s Talk About Speck, Baby

There were two things on offer pretty much every day during my hiking trip in the Dolomites:  Strudel and Speck.  Considering I don’t generally have a sweet tooth, there were days I passed on the Strudel (oh, the horror!), but I never missed an opportunity to indulge in Speck.

Simply Speck
Simply Speck

Speck is a smoked and cured ham from the province of Alto Adige (also called South Tyrol) in northern Italy, bordering Austria. The meat comes from the hind leg of a pig (as does Prosciutto) and is rubbed with spices, such as juniper, rosemary, salt, pepper, and bay leaf, and dry cured for three weeks before being smoked and aged.

After a little research, I found out that the smoking process is very gentle for Speck, and is done at carefully controlled temperatures so that the meat remains sweet while taking on the mild smoky flavor. Smoking takes place over several months for a few hours at a time. This is some high maintenance ham!

Speck ages for six months in ventilated rooms that let the Alpine air in, helping to mellow and balance the flavors.  If you’ve breathed in that Alpine air yourself, you can just imagine it soothing the meat and making it taste better. Speck has an “IGP” (Indication of Geographic Protection) for Alto Adige, which means that how it’s made is carefully regulated.

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Alpine Air for the win!

Just like the Dolomites, Speck combines the traditions of Northern Europe, where hams are more heavily smoked, with the Mediterranean, where hams are subtler in flavor. It’s truly the best of both worlds.  (To eliminate any cultural confusion, in German Speck generally refers to pork fat, or lard, and is not the same as Italian IGP Speck.)

Speck is insanely delicious, and can be found at restaurants and rifugios* all over the Dolomites. I had it simply sliced thin with rustic mountain bread and served with cheeses and vegetables, on pizza, cooked in pasta and risotto, and in the heavenly bread dumplings called Canederli. It adds much more flavor than Prosciutto, but doesn’t overwhelm as much as bacon.  Believe it or not, you can find it on Amazon, and I am sure you can purchase it at specialty stores in your area. I myself am dreaming of adding it to a mushroom frittata next weekend. Buon Appetito!

*Side Note:  Rifugi are mountain huts, mostly owned by the Italian hiking organization (Club Alpine Italiano) and family run, where you can stop in for an espresso or a beer, sit down for a hearty meal, or reserve a bed for the night. Most are only accessible via foot. These are not your average base lodge cafeterias. The food here is varied, and you’re sure to get a soulful, satisfying meal and friendly Alpine hospitality.

Pasta Deliziosa at Rifugio Averau

My recent trip to northern Italy was mainly about the hiking. But you don’t hike in Italy without experiencing the cuisine of the region. At least I don’t.

The northern regions of Italy tend to focus more on rice and polenta versus pasta, and butter versus olive oil. When there is pasta, it tends to be the stuffed sort, not the flat noodles and spaghetti found down south. The Dolomites, where I embarked on my hiking adventure, spans two Italian regions, Trentino Alto Adige and the Veneto. The Trentino area, in the southern part of Trentino Alto Adige, is more Italian whereas the Alto Adige is more influenced by Austrian/German culture and cuisine. We headed from north to south on our trip, so our final days of hiking took place in the Veneto portion of the Dolomites, which is decidedly Italian.

What all of this really means is that we had to wait until the end of our trip to taste some of the Best. Pasta. Ever. Not that we didn’t enjoy the Austrian/German influenced food such as Knodel (who doesn’t like a bread ball flavored with things like speck, mushrooms, and beets?), Strudel, and Schnitzel, but when you plan a trip to Italy, your carb-craving brain is picturing a soul stirring bowl of pasta.

We arrived at Rifugio Averau, in Cortina at 8,000ft elevation, after a particularly spectacular morning of hiking. We made our way through the hills and bunkers where fighting between Italy and Austria took place during the First World War. Some of us transcended a rocky, snow-lined passage up to Rifugio Nuvolau, the top of which can only be reached by foot, and took in the 360 degree views. Some days, we weren’t even hungry yet when it was time for our mountain lunch. Today was not one of those days.

When we entered Rifugio Averau, we took our seats at one of the rustic tables and Tommaso, our trip leader, was all smiles. He was clearly excited to dig in to some real Italian pasta, and he rattled off a list of his favorites and specialties of the area. The big problem now was deciding. I ordered a local Forst brew while thinking it over. As I was sipping my birra grande, our angel of a waiter appeared to tell us we could do a sampling of three pastas! Given this new information, I settled on the Casunziei Ampezzani (Beet Ravioli with Poppy Seed Browned Butter) Cappelli di Alpino (little hats of pasta fashioned after Italian army helmets) filled with nuts and cheese and topped with fresh tomatoes, and finally, peasant lasagne with mushrooms and broccoli. The portion was just right, and the flavors unforgettable.

After our hearty lunch, we left with full bellies and satisfied souls, to hike it off — and do it all over again the next day. We enjoyed delicious and hearty mountain lunches each day using our trip, but there was just something special about Averau.

Bon Appetito!

Rifugio Averau

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One Enchanting Day in Verona

I spend a fair amount of time on the road for my job, but for the past ten days I have been traveling for vacation.  The main event of my trip was a group hiking excursion in the Dolomites, in the most northern part of Italy, bordering Austria. Before and after, I spent a day each in Verona and Venice on my own.  Far too much happened to document the trip in one blog post, so let’s first talk about Verona.

I had seen pictures of Verona, a town in the Veneto region of north-east Italy, from many of my wine colleagues who travel to the wine expo, Vinitaly, every year in April. I was enamored with the alley ways, piazzas, and seemingly endless array of wine bars and restaurants in this small medieval town.  When I figured out that Verona was about half way between Milan, where I was entering Italy, and Bolzano, where I was to start my hiking trip, I decided to spend a day and night discovering what it was all about.

I arrived to Milan on my overnight flight from New York and immediately made the two hour journey to Verona.  My hotel was just outside the historic center of Verona (Centro Storico), just a short walk to the Arena and Piazza Bra, the main Piazza (or square) in Verona. Enchanting and busy — but not overrun — Piazza Bra beckons you to sit in the park, or at an outdoor cafe, and just daydream while gazing at the Arena, a still-functioning Roman amphitheater featuring operas and other performances.  This area is especially enchanting at night, under the lights of the Arena.

From Piazza Bra, I strolled down Via Mazzini, the busy pedestrian shopping street, to Piazza delle Erbe. Strolling is serious business in Verona, so I quickly had to leave my New York pace behind, and saunter past everything from Gucci to Sephora at a snail’s pace on my way to the second most popular square in Verona. Here you will find colorful architecture, flower boxes, outdoor stalls selling everything from fruit cups to hats and scarves, outdoor cafes, and the Torre dei Lamberti. You can climb the Torre (tower) for beautiful views of Verona, or just wander around the square. I was in awe of all the photo opportunities this tiny square offered, and finally had to take a seat by the fountain and simply take it all in.

One of the biggest tourist attractions in Verona is Juliet’s Balcony, of Shakespeare’s ‘Romeo and Juliet’ fame. The irony is that Shakespeare’s play does not take place in Verona, and there is no balcony in the actual “balcony scene”.  Furthermore, there was never a Juliet, since she is a fictional character.  Still, I went, I took a picture of the balcony and the Juliet statue, and watched the mob of star crossed lovers (i.e. tourists) cover the walls with tiny love notes on sticky pads. I must admit to getting caught up in the forged emotion of it all.

There are certainly other sites to see and things to do in Verona, but I was wonderfully content wandering down alleys lined with bicycles and greenery, flowers and taverna’s, just knowing that eventually I would come full circle and back to one of the piazzas.

I ended my day with dinner in a lovely taverna, Taverna di via Stella, as recommended by one of my colleagues. I started off with an appetizer special of salad with bresaola (an air-dried beef originating in northern Italy), followed by stuffed duck with polenta. Polenta is a specialty here as well, also originating in the northern part of Italy.  I washed it all down with a Valpolicella Classico Superiore from the producer Speri, one of the oldest winemaking families in the Veneto region. I scraped my plate down to the last bit of polenta, accepted a complimentary limoncello from my waiter, and was off to bed to stave off the possibility of jet-lag. Molto Bene! Bellissimo Verona!

How to have Good Manners at a Wine Festival

Event/ Marinne Corps community services 11th annual Wine FestivalI’ve worked at my share of consumer wine tastings – and there’s no sign of that part of my job ending – so I thought I would try and help ALL of us by publishing a post on wine festival manners. This is more a chain of thoughts rather than a well-structured list, so I would encourage anyone with further tips, or even questions, to chime in.

Let me start by saying that, as for most occasions in life, if you use decent judgement and act like a considerate human, everything should go well at your next wine tasting event. But it does help to keep in mind a few specifics:

Do not wear fragrance of any kind. Wine tastings are meant for people to smell, taste, and enjoy wine, not for them to drown in your “signature scent”. Any perfume, cologne, lotion, or hairspray with a strong fragrance should be 100% avoided. Lingering odors get in the way of tasting wine because our sense of smell is strongly linked to what we taste.

Don’t arrive at the tasting table chewing gum or drinking coffee.  Any strong taste that is left in your mouth right before tasting wine will interfere with your wine tasting experience.

Drink lots of water.  It’s important to hydrate when you are tasting (or drinking) a lot of different wines. You will thank me later.

Speaking of tasting (or drinking), it’s okay to drink the wine instead of spitting it in the provided bucket (more on that later). I don’t have to tell you to take your time and “drink responsibly” though, do I?

Make sure to eat enough before and/or during the tasting. Having a full stomach will enable you to taste (or drink) more wine without feeling tipsy. Having bites of crackers, bread, or cheese every so often after tasting a string of wines, will cleanse your palate and get it ready for the next wines.  Food will cleanse your palate more effectively than water alone.

Speaking of water, do not rinse out your glass with water every time you taste a new wine. If you taste the wines in a meaningful order (the person pouring the wine should lead you through this way), there is no need for a water rinse in between. The next wine should be sufficient to eclipse the taste of the previous.  If you are tasting red wines, and you move on to a table to taste white wines, feel free to ask for a small wine rinse from the pourer.  This will be more effective than water.

It’s okay to spit the wine out, or pour any extra in the spit/dump bucket.  If you drink every wine at the festival, your evening will end quickly.  No one should be offended if you taste and then spit the wine out (it’s what the pros do). If you are not comfortable with spitting, feel free to pour the wine that is left in your glass in the dump bucket and move on to the next.

While we are on the subject, please do not spit the wine back in your glass and then dump it. I’ve seen this far too many times. It’s disgusting in a public setting and just don’t do it.

Offer your opinion and ask questions about the wine you are tasting. You are here to learn, and talking and asking questions is appreciated. That being said, don’t try to act like the big wine expert dropping knowledge on everyone and taking up all the air at the tasting table.

Discard preconceived notions and try something new.  Tastings are meant for you to discover what you like. Don’t wrinkle your nose and say, “I don’t like Chardonnay”. There are many different expressions of grapes like Chardonnay.  Taste it, and you might be surprised.  Otherwise, the worst that can happen is that you confirm your suspicions and dump the wine out.

Attempt not to go straight to the VIP table.  I get it. You want to get your money’s worth and have a chance to taste the pricey stuff.  If there’s a big line at all the VIP tables, stop at another table on the way.  Not all good wine is pricey!

Don’t move your glass around when the person is pouring.  Lifting your glass, or lowering your glass, mid-pour is not helpful.  Talking to your friend and moving your glass side to side is simply annoying.  If you get a splash of wine on your arm at this point, it’s all your fault.  Similarly, yanking your glass away because you only want a small pour is bad news.  Use your words and ask for a small pour, please.

Don’t set your glass down on the table. This is more of a suggestion, but it’s easier to pour for you if your glass is not down on the table in front of a wall of wine bottles. Your wine glass can also get confused with someone else’s glass if you lose track of it.

Swirl the wine in your glass.  Give the wine a gentle swirl in your glass to release the aromas and flavors. Don’t swirl too vigorously, especially if you are new to this, as the person next to you might get a Cabernet spritz in the eye.

If you want to look like a professional, hold your wine glass by the stem. This is the proper way to hold a wine glass, and it will keep your hand from changing (warming) the temperature of the wine in your glass.

Try not to think of these tips as “rules” but rather a means to a more enjoyable time. Wine tasting is meant to be fun and being armed with a little know-how will make for a better experience for everyone. Cheers!

**What did I miss? Comment with a tip or a question.**

Hiking & Wine in the Dolomites

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I can hardly believe my trip to the Dolomites is coming up in June. I’ve always dreamed of visiting the Dolomite mountains, which are in northern Italy, in the region called Trentino-Alto Adige, near the border of Austria and Switzerland. The area is known for skiing in the winter months, and hiking in the spring and summer. I have my plane tickets, global entry card, and hiking boots, as well as my Backroads hiking trip reservations, care of my trusty travel agent at Go Your Own Way Travel. The few things left to do include brushing up on the Italian (and German) language and studying up on the wines of the region. Also, getting in a few hikes before the trip might be a wise idea.

Trentino-Alto AdigeTrentino Alto Adige breaks out in to the mostly German speaking Alto Adige in the north and the Italian leaning Trentino in the south. I’ll be meeting my fellow hikers in Bolzano, which is in the north and is the capital of Alto Adige, also known as South Tyrol or Südtirol.  For perspective, Bolzano is about a three-and-a-half-hour trip from both Milan and Venice.

As I read about the difficult grape growing conditions in Alto Adige, due to the steep slopes and mountainous terrain in the region, I can only imagine I’ll be earning that glass of wine at the end of each day of hiking. As in many other European wine regions, the vineyards are planted on the slopes along a river, here the Adige River, and the best wines come from grapes planted at around 1,500 feet. At this altitude, the grapes are high up enough to get the benefits of the varying day to night temperatures but are not so high as to be overly exposed to frost.

Alto Adige is in a unique position, where the Alps to the north protect vineyards from cold winds, and the open valleys to the south enable the warm air in from the Mediterranean. There is plenty of sunshine (300 days per year!) but also ample spells of rain to benefit the grapes.

There will be a great variety of wines to try because Alto Adige grows not only more well-known international grapes, such as Chardonnay, Pinot Grigio, Riesling, Pinot Blanc (Weissburgunder in German) and Gewurztraminer, but also lesser known grapes prominent in Germany and Austria, including Kerner, Muller Thurgau and Sylvaner.  These grapes all make white wines, which is what Alto-Adige’s cool climate excels at. There will be reds to sample too, including Pinot Noir, and the local stars, Lagrein and Schiava.

I have tried wines from Alto Adige in the past, with delightful results.  For instance, I had never even remotely enjoyed a Pinot Blanc (or Pinot Bianco) until I drank one from Alto Adige. I always found Pinot Blanc to be flat and bland and, in comparison, Pinot Bianco from Alto Adige is bright and flavorful. Pinot Grigio from Alto Adige seems to have more character to me as well. Lately I have been trying to seek out Kerner, in anticipation of my trip, which is a hybrid of Schiava and Riesling, and beautifully aromatic.

In terms of the reds, I had never heard of Schiava until about five years ago, but once I discovered its bright red fruit and slight tartness, I was hooked. Lagrein I always found to be like Merlot, but I have not had one in ages.

I look forward to doing more exploring of the wines before my trip, and of course during my hiking and wine experience. I’ll report back; and I’m sure you’ll hear all about the food from this hungry hiker as well!

Shuck this Winter Weather

Seeking shelter from the snowy streets of Philadelphia earlier this week, I found myself bellied up to the oyster bar at Oyster House on Sansom Street near Rittenhouse Square. I had been (trying) to sell wine all day, to restaurants in and around the city that have seen more than their share of slow business due to the relentless storms hitting the northeast this winter. Despite the increasingly icy sidewalks, and wet, sleet-like flakes tumbling from the night sky, Oyster House was filled with customers and bustling with activity.

I’ve been trying to get to the bottom of which types of oysters I enjoy, and which types I don’t. I usually tell myself I am going to take notes so that I remember, but that never happens.  Maybe this is similar to how you approach wine? At any rate, what I have learned is that I generally like east coast, smaller, salty, briny oysters, which is very useful in ordering and getting what I like. (See, you can try this approach with wine!).

My server helped guide me to Wellfleet (from Cape Cod, MA), Old Barney Salt (Barnegat Bay, NJ), and East Beach Blonde (Charlestown, Rhode Island) oysters and he was spot on. My favorites were the East Beach Blondes, which were crisp, fresh, smooth, and salty. Oyster House changes the list often, sometimes even twice a day, so the opportunity to try new types of oysters is boundless. These beauties didn’t need much but a squeeze of fresh lemon, but the mignonette sauce was so perfect I couldn’t help but add some before slurping away. Expertly handled by the skilled shuckers behind the bar, these oysters were completely free in their shells. I sipped a lively cremant (French sparkling wine) from Burgundy, which was the ideal accompaniment.

All of the other fresh, chilled seafood behind the oyster bar looked very tempting, but just thinking about my frosty slog back to the hotel after dinner, led me to order the smoked fish chowder. Cream be damned, this was exactly what I needed.  The chowder had just enough smoke and spice to balance out the cream. The balancing act was complete with a glass of minerally Chablis from Domaine Servin. I scraped the bowl clean and then made my way safely back to the hotel, with a happy belly, and not-so-appropriate footwear.

Oyster House will absolutely become one of my go-to restaurants when I’m in Philly. If you’re looking for an easygoing atmosphere with some of the freshest seafood in town, you should check it out too.

Oyster House 
1516 Sansom St. (Center City)
Philadelphia, PA 19102
(215) 567-7683