When a local Italian restaurant moved it's weekly roast pig event to a Sunday by special request, they needed to fill the quota for pork fanciers, and my friend Manuel, operater of a local French restaurant helped them with assorted wine agents, reviewers, and sots of note (including yours truly).
The plan was to bring a bottle of wine per couple and indulge in a multi-course pig-out. These are the notes from that swinefest.
1999 Quinta da Bacalhoa Cabernet - I know - sounds like Portuguese codfish, but it was indeed a fairly decent cab. Medium colour, medium body, good acidity and pleasant if not distinguished. Went alright with the antipasto.1996 Elio Grasso Barolo 'Vigna Chiniera' - a middle weight Barolo of the early maturing style, this wine showed a light tarry nose with some roses, and was elegant and smooth, almost reminiscent of a Burgundy, with good terminal acidity.
1997 Leonetti Sangiovese - about this time, an adjoining group offered a taste of this, blind. Spice and cherries in the nose led us toward something with merlot, and we were suitably surprised when it was revealed. Soft and ready, and no clue that it was sangiovese. Personally, I think they should stick to merlot and cab - if I want and $50 US sangiovese, there are lots of traditional options.1997 San Felice Poggio Rosso Chinati Classico Reserva - bright wine with a nose that wasn't very forthcoming for awhile. Quite high in both acid and tannin, which mask the fruit, it ended short and sharp. It may improve with age.
About this time, the 'entertainment' started. Now my idea of hell on Earth would be to be trapped with an accordion, played badly, with no way out. I have heard that some cruise ships approximate this experience. What should come out to entertain us, but a smiling Italian chap who alternated between and electric keyboard and a stomach Steinway, both played at such volume so as to interfere with conversation.
When asked for requests, we kept muttering "the Minute Waltz", hopefully. And then he started wandering about the room playing (badly!) his accordion, totally drowning out any possibility of discussion, as we looked at our butter knives wondering if there was any way we could use them to open our (or preferably his) veins to end the ordeal. Only the prospect of roast pork held us in our seats, although I was ready to bolt for it when he returned to the keyboard to host a thankfully short Karaoke interlude with a couple singing poorly and unintelligibly in Italian to each other. Mama mia!
The, finally, the pig arrived, on a large platform that was trundled about the room so that all could admire it, before being returned to the kitchen to be served up. We moved on to:
1998 Ch. Reynella Basket Pressed McLaren Vale Cabernet - lots of oak in the nose, with good depth. Dark, sweet and smooth in the mouth, although not as good as the shiraz. This wine still has some soft tannins, but I think it will come around in fairly short order.1998 Ch. Vignelaure (Coteaux d'Aix en Provence) - a perennial good value, this vintage showed medium colour, not much in the nose and was over all a bit tight right now, with tannins winning over fruit, but that should change with some age.
1997 Batasiolo Barbaresco - this house gets a bad name for being a lightweight, but I have had quite a few very decent wines, notably the 1990 Barolos. I even bought some of this wine, and was not very pleased with how it is presently showing. lightweight and dilute, it lacks colour and fruit but has plenty of acidity. I don't see this one going anywhere good.1998 Tradizione del Nonno Primitivo di Manduria -at 16% alcohol, this brute did a fine job of taming the pig, which when it was finally served was excellent. Warm ripe hot country nose, with sweetness to it, and lush fruit in the mouth, simple but interesting.
1994 Taurino Patriglione - a Sicilian version of a recioto, the 1988 of this was excellent and this one is about as good. Very ripe hot nose, with tar and cherry, quite full in the mouth and with good length.I'm afraid that my musical sensibilities would not allow me to stay around after the main course, so I retreated to the car for some Mozart on the way home to soothe my accordion-tattered nerves.