<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666450189302441500</id><updated>2011-10-10T13:29:16.330-07:00</updated><category term='Chardonnay'/><category term='Charomania'/><category term='Burgundy'/><category term='restaurant'/><category term='cabernet sauvignon'/><category term='Napa'/><category term='California'/><category term='bars'/><category term='bourbon'/><category term='Spring Mountain'/><category term='Pride Mountain'/><category term='Waiting'/><category term='wine'/><category term='spirits'/><category term='Clos du Bois'/><category term='Martinelli'/><category term='pinot noir'/><category term='Merlot'/><category term='Landmark'/><category term='Mersault'/><category term='Louisville'/><category term='nightlife'/><category term='Macrostie'/><category term='dining'/><category term='review'/><category term='Peju'/><category term='cabernet franc'/><title type='text'>Pompous Barbarian</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666450189302441500/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847038327182178871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/TTCOmV8IvAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/W7NJUbwmKn8/S220/kennypowers_500-thumb-500xauto-18893.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666450189302441500.post-5724967860674353928</id><published>2011-01-17T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T16:30:58.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Market Dining Review</title><content type='html'>The wife and I stopped by One Market on whim last Friday night.  Wanting to see a movie, we got waylayed by the typical SF traffic, so rather seeing another dumb comedy where the funniest scenes are in the commercials, we opted instead to hit up One Market.  Strangely, I've never been there despite working in the vicinity for 10 years and having many friends who worked there at some point.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the crazy guy swinging his arms at imagined bumblebees, getting in was fine.  We were asked if the "exhibition counter" would be fine and, thinking that sounded fun, we went for it.  It felt more like eating in the kitchen with the overbright lighting, heat from the stoves, and mess of a waiters station that greeted us.  No matter, our waitress was prompt and very efficient (and struck perfect notes on the charm/leave us be meter).  We went for the food of the week tasting, which was pork, my favorite.  Unfortunately, the preparation were tired or derivative without much flair (other than the desert).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course one was seared pork belly over spaghetti squash.  Though it reminded me that I like Spag Squash more than I remember, the pork belly itself wasn't terribly interesting.  The sear was more tough than tasty crunchy and the vaguely asian sauce was too sweet to give it a needed push.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course two was a well executed shellfish and pork sausage stew? soup? broth? sorta thing.  Calamari, clams, and sausage.  But I've had better iterations of this with more verve at Spanish restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course three, while well intentioned, really disappointed.  Menu said pork shoulder, which is my favorite cut when slow cooked, but the sous vide version just didn't get me excited, lacking the rich, robust flavor I'm accustomed to.  This might be an expectation thing as I think I expected something like a gourmet rendition of Carnitas rather than a fairly bland meat with an unexpected texture (I haven't decided if I liked the firm yet tender texture, but I think I do.  Just wasn't expecting it).  And I've already forgotted what it was served with.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desert was a hit, with bacon ice cream and a chocolate cake.  Tasted great though lacking inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service was fine with a few missteps (the first course came well before we finished our cocktails and well before the wine pairing), but the waitress was on her game, extremely attentive without going overboard despite what looked like a pretty big station.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4666450189302441500-5724967860674353928?l=pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5724967860674353928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-market-dining-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666450189302441500/posts/default/5724967860674353928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666450189302441500/posts/default/5724967860674353928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-market-dining-review.html' title='One Market Dining Review'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847038327182178871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/TTCOmV8IvAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/W7NJUbwmKn8/S220/kennypowers_500-thumb-500xauto-18893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666450189302441500.post-4577807220572329015</id><published>2011-01-14T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T09:38:47.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Work Diddy</title><content type='html'>I got a call from Fedex for a package my company was sending.  The address was 12 New Terrorist, Suite 12.  After calls with security from my organization and Fedex, we found that the correct address was 12 New Terrace.  Someone jacked up the spell check.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4666450189302441500-4577807220572329015?l=pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/feeds/4577807220572329015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-work-diddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666450189302441500/posts/default/4577807220572329015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666450189302441500/posts/default/4577807220572329015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-work-diddy.html' title='Little Work Diddy'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847038327182178871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/TTCOmV8IvAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/W7NJUbwmKn8/S220/kennypowers_500-thumb-500xauto-18893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666450189302441500.post-989006182247016402</id><published>2011-01-10T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T17:45:19.140-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waiting'/><title type='text'>Why waiters love you</title><content type='html'>I've been on a rant about waiters in San Francisco, but there are a lot of things you can do to make a waiter happy outside of a big tip.  Here are a few things to do to look like a true pro when dining.  Failing to do these does not mean that you will be hated by a waiter.  My one big assumption is that the waiter actually cares about the quality of your dining experience.  And these are all things you can choose to do.  The inverse should not get you any less service than everyone else, but it will set you apart from other diners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Leave a tip in cash.  Different restaurant have different policies concerning how to declare tip or allocate to the support stasff.  A cash tip puts the power in the hands of the waiter.  Whether or not you agree with wait staff reporting less in tips, cash is always appreciated.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Request them by name when you return.  I'm from the school that a good waiter never introduces themselves by name, especially in high end places.  But as a patron, I will ask at the end of a particularly good meal so I can both complement the waiter to the host staff/management and ask by name for future visits.  Failing this, most checks nowadays have the waiter's name on it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Close your menu when you are ready to order.  This is the biggest clue for a waiter to return and take your order.  If the menu doesn't close, then simply put aside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Ask for an opinion.  This is probably a bit divisive, but every waiter should have enough of a handle on the food to offer an informed opinion.  If a restaurant doesn't have sommelier, wine steward, or someone else with wine expertise, the waiter shoud also be able to provide solid wine recommendations.  The better waiters I've known are happy to discuss the food or wine, as long as it isn't a lengthy discourse.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Be clear on your food/time requirements.  At the very least, indicate food allergies, like dairy, peanuts, or wheat as well as vegan/vegeterian requirements. Some people with complex allergies present cards that indicate common items that they cannot eat.  It may seem like overkill, but a waiter's job is to ensure that you leave happy and getting the right information is critical. If you have a movie, play, or just have need for leaving at a certain time, let your waiter know.  They should be able to steer you in the right direction if something will delay you.  Keep in mind that most places at lunch work on the goal of getting you out within an hour, not necessarily because they want the table turned (although this factors into it), but more because that is the expectation of most people dining.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Leave a taste of wine for the waiter.  This is especially true if you brought your own or order an expensive wine.  By no means mandatory, it shows a lot of respect for the waiter and the staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Use nonverbal communication.  Pointing to an empty wine bottle, a subtle pantomime of signing a check, and even silverware placement are all clues as to your needs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Look appropriate for where you are dining.  Sure, a backwards hat, a Patrick Willis Jersey, and sweats works fine for a greasy hangover cure at Mel's on Saturday morning, but not at the hottest spot in town.  Good waiters take pride in where they work and notice when someone respects their restaurant.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Be discreet with any complaints or mistakes.  One time, after an anniversary meal, the waiter mixed up my check with another table.  Happens and no big deal.  I discretely called over the waiter.  When he went to change the checks, the other table had a huge guffaw over how much I spent, going so far as to comment to me directly.  Discretion is always appreciated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Smile.  Seems silly to mention it, but if you are enjoying yourself, smile.  It's one of the clearest indications that you are enjoying yourself, which ultimately is the waiter's job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4666450189302441500-989006182247016402?l=pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/feeds/989006182247016402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-waiters-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666450189302441500/posts/default/989006182247016402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666450189302441500/posts/default/989006182247016402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-waiters-love-you.html' title='Why waiters love you'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847038327182178871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/TTCOmV8IvAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/W7NJUbwmKn8/S220/kennypowers_500-thumb-500xauto-18893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666450189302441500.post-214768945474757993</id><published>2011-01-06T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T14:00:52.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writers on Waitrons</title><content type='html'>Usually, I enjoy the mindless articles at SF Foodie from SF Gate.  But sometimes, they write some seriously dated and retarded stuff. Here's one of my &lt;a href="http://blogs.sfweekly.com/foodie/2010/10/why_your_waiter_hates_you.php"&gt;favorites&lt;/a&gt;.  The comments show how dumb some people are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They give four reasons Why Your Waiter Hates You and not a single one gives any insight.  It's basically three reasons why anyone would hate you and the most pretentious clabber about corks I've seen.  Here are there reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)You're more interested in your smartphone than dinner.  Uhh, doesn't this anyone anyone?  Insert just about any word for dinner and it's still annoying when people are paying more attention to their iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) You stay all night.  Called campers, these are people who waste your time by either sitting through an extra seating, costing money, or stay past closing time, forcing staff to stay late.  Duh.  Anyone like having to stay late at their job when you're not getting anything for the effort?  And does anyone like to lose money because some re-united old birds want to review the last 20 years in pictures?  Really?  This is news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Bad Tipping.  If you don't know by now that failing to provide at least a fair tip is a way of pissing off wait staff or anyone who counts tips as even part of their wage let alone almost entirely their wage, then I expect that you will have fun at your prom.  The author makes a good point about tipping on booze, which is a real hot button topic for some people, but if you don't tip on booze, your waiter will hate you regardless if you thinkg it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Sniffing the cork.  Nobody should hate anyone for being a wine novice.  We all started somewhere.  Sure, a few snickers will come, but this is far from something that's going to get you the stink eye if you go back.  And then the writer completely misses the point on the reason for cork presentation.  The only reason anyone should look at a cork is to confirm the wine's authenticity.  Even if wine has leaked through, it doesn't mean a wine has gone bad.  You taste the wine to determine if there are any faults.  This is pretentious jibber jabber from someone who thinks they know more than they do.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are quite a few things you can do to annoy a waiter, just like anyone else.  Here are a few of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Wear too much perfume or cologne.  Too much scented stuff interferes with the sense of smell.  While you are welcome to destroy your meal or wine, doing it to others is unforgiveable.  Save that stuff for afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;2) Children.  Not children per se, but taking children who are too young to behave or in generally poorly behaved to a fine dining place is a no no.  Even worse is the couple who brings in their children and expects the staff to play nanny for an hour.  But the worst is changing diapers at the table, something I've seen done far more than should ever happen, even at fine dining places.&lt;br /&gt;3) Sending food back even though nothing is wrong with it.  If you want your steak well done, ask for it well done. And if you have allergies or speciic tastes, let your waiter know before you order.&lt;br /&gt;4) Talkers.  On a busy night, nothing is worse than getting a table that requires ALL of your attention.  It's fine to ask questions, recommendations, etc., but be concise and spare the discussion about your Rat's menstrual cylce (happened to me once).&lt;br /&gt;5) Showing up drunk.  I've worked at some places near marinas and by far, the most annoying people I've dealt with as a stereotype are boat people.  They've been swilling wine all day in the sun on their boat and show up half bombed thinking that they are the funniest people in the world.  They're not.  &lt;br /&gt;6) Being wrong.  I can't tell you how many times I've had people try to give me an idiot lesson on a wine region.  Look motherfucker, I know my wines.  It's my job.  If your dumbass insists that Syrah is from Burgundy one more time, I'm going jab my corkscrew in your eye.  And if you send a wine back, it should be for a fault, not because it doesn't taste like you remember.  &lt;br /&gt;7) Drink coffee through dinner at a high end joint.  Coffee destroys your sense of taste.  While you are welcome to do this, you will be ridiculed behind your back.&lt;br /&gt;8) Act the perv.  Nobody likes a perv.  I've had a few propositions while working that I've taken people up on, but you'll know real fast if I'm intersted.  If I'm not, shut up.  And don't ask me about my co-workers.  They are probably repulsed by you.&lt;br /&gt;9) Hit your neighbor or get belligerent in any way.  Okay.  Obvious.  But it happens, more often than you think.  I've seen several low level fracases break out, usually because someone is too noisy and a couple looking for a romantic meal is seated next to them and asks them to "get those monkeys (kids) under control."&lt;br /&gt;10) Expect freebies.  I'll comp what needs to be comped.  If your meal takes too long, I'll get you a desert.  If we sat you half an hour after your reservation, I'll get you an appetizer.  But I'm not giving you a free desert because you think I like you.  I'm building a rapport to get tips and the kind of jackass who thinks this entitles him to a freebie is the kind of jackass that's too cheap to tip well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next list, why your customer hates you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4666450189302441500-214768945474757993?l=pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/feeds/214768945474757993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/2011/01/dumbass-writers-on-waitrons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666450189302441500/posts/default/214768945474757993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666450189302441500/posts/default/214768945474757993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/2011/01/dumbass-writers-on-waitrons.html' title='Writers on Waitrons'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847038327182178871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/TTCOmV8IvAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/W7NJUbwmKn8/S220/kennypowers_500-thumb-500xauto-18893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666450189302441500.post-612642845542908857</id><published>2011-01-06T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T10:13:43.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Day Care</title><content type='html'>My daughter got bit at day care.  Through her tears, she took a paint brush filled with paint and went afer her attacker, painting his face.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4666450189302441500-612642845542908857?l=pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/feeds/612642845542908857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/2011/01/adventures-in-day-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666450189302441500/posts/default/612642845542908857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666450189302441500/posts/default/612642845542908857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/2011/01/adventures-in-day-care.html' title='Adventures in Day Care'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847038327182178871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/TTCOmV8IvAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/W7NJUbwmKn8/S220/kennypowers_500-thumb-500xauto-18893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666450189302441500.post-5666956167230959395</id><published>2011-01-06T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T10:09:44.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on the Lisbeth Salander Trilogy.</title><content type='html'>I've been crushing books lately.  I think it's mostly because my favorite two people at work left about six months ago, so I've turned to reading.  But since I didn't post anything for six months, I figured I'd start with some short recaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Girl who...Trilogy:&lt;br /&gt;The Dragon Tatoo was great.  A bit over the top at the end, but still exceptional.  And Lisbeth is one of the most exciting and original characters I've ever encounterd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played with Fire: This is now one of my favorite books.  Lisbeth kicks ass and doesn't bother with names.  An amazing work with great pacing and an astonishing finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kicked the Hornets Nest: Okay, but not enough Lisbeth doing her thing.  She spends most of the book in a hospital, leaving Michael to do the work, but it's just not the same.  And some of the conspiracy stuff goes a bit over the edge.  Still immensely enjoyable, just not as much as the second.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4666450189302441500-5666956167230959395?l=pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5666956167230959395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/2011/01/thoughts-on-lisbeth-salander-trilogy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666450189302441500/posts/default/5666956167230959395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666450189302441500/posts/default/5666956167230959395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/2011/01/thoughts-on-lisbeth-salander-trilogy.html' title='Thoughts on the Lisbeth Salander Trilogy.'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847038327182178871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/TTCOmV8IvAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/W7NJUbwmKn8/S220/kennypowers_500-thumb-500xauto-18893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666450189302441500.post-4317656628747288349</id><published>2011-01-06T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T09:59:32.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Meridian Movie</title><content type='html'>For anyone that's read Blood Meridian, making a movie from it sounds like insanity.  Although there's enough action to satisfy audiences, the brutality deliberately makes the action almost unbearable.  On the flip side, Judge Holden is one of the most compelling characters I've ever run across. Equal part preacher, sadistic thug, and renaissance man, treating Holden in a film would be the most important element.  Get the casting/screenplay wrong, you get an over the top cartoonish self satire.  The filmmakers have to avoid the scenery chewing types like John Malkovich.  It works in some films, but not in one that needs to be this brutal.  Or go the other way and get a brooding, morose mess like Brando's General Kurtz, which is another awful direction.  Holden has to be charismatic, a bit playful, but utterly brutal and untethered by normal human emotions.  I want to say psychopathic, but that doesn't go far enough.  He has to realize his evilness and revel in it, without seeming to outwardly enjoy it.  Personally, I vote for James Gandolfini, who has the right imposing physique and has done charming psychopath to great success before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4666450189302441500-4317656628747288349?l=pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/feeds/4317656628747288349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/2011/01/blood-meridian-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666450189302441500/posts/default/4317656628747288349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666450189302441500/posts/default/4317656628747288349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/2011/01/blood-meridian-movie.html' title='Blood Meridian Movie'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847038327182178871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/TTCOmV8IvAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/W7NJUbwmKn8/S220/kennypowers_500-thumb-500xauto-18893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666450189302441500.post-6270762475362258621</id><published>2011-01-05T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T15:14:22.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Reading: Dreadnought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/TST7M11uGgI/AAAAAAAAABs/b2FQ81LZdyg/s1600/dreadnought-by-cherie-priest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/TST7M11uGgI/AAAAAAAAABs/b2FQ81LZdyg/s200/dreadnought-by-cherie-priest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558844038111435266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this book drags early.  I've slogged through almost 160 pages and nothing is happening.  A couple of decent action sequences, but the characters are without definition, the dialog is forced and Nurse Mercy is getting by on the kindness of others in a world where kindness should be impossible to find.  Just once I'd like to see Mercy have to actually think or act her way through a problem rather than having people just randomly give her stuff.  I hear that it picks up soon, but I'm getting impatient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4666450189302441500-6270762475362258621?l=pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6270762475362258621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/2011/01/now-reading-dreadnought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666450189302441500/posts/default/6270762475362258621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666450189302441500/posts/default/6270762475362258621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/2011/01/now-reading-dreadnought.html' title='Now Reading: Dreadnought'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847038327182178871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/TTCOmV8IvAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/W7NJUbwmKn8/S220/kennypowers_500-thumb-500xauto-18893.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/TST7M11uGgI/AAAAAAAAABs/b2FQ81LZdyg/s72-c/dreadnought-by-cherie-priest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666450189302441500.post-8710344629855010009</id><published>2011-01-05T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T14:52:45.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at it</title><content type='html'>I know nobody is reading this, so I'm not going to care anymore.  Maybe it's cause I have four posts and nothing since April.  But work is a slog right now and I need a distraction.  So, my commitment is more posts about things other than just wine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4666450189302441500-8710344629855010009?l=pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/feeds/8710344629855010009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/2011/01/back-at-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666450189302441500/posts/default/8710344629855010009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666450189302441500/posts/default/8710344629855010009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/2011/01/back-at-it.html' title='Back at it'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847038327182178871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/TTCOmV8IvAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/W7NJUbwmKn8/S220/kennypowers_500-thumb-500xauto-18893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666450189302441500.post-3672686790448519560</id><published>2010-04-11T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T10:22:33.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mersault'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Landmark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chardonnay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burgundy'/><title type='text'>Battle: Chardonnay</title><content type='html'>I was shopping at my fantastic neighborhood wine store that has a woefully short selection of half bottles (don't they all) looking for half bottles of Chardonnay.  To my surprise, they actually carried a half bottle of Mersault, so I grabbed one and the obligatory half bottle of Chardonnay in order to compare the two against each other.  I actually grabbed three, but put away one in a moment of weakness (see previous post).  In retrospect, I really wish I had that third bottle.  Anyway, here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the California side, we had Landmark Overlook Chardonnay from California (back label says Sonona/Sta Barbar/Monetery county blend) from 2007 with 14.6% alcohol that retailed for $10 to $15.00.  From Burgundy I had Albert Grivault Mearsault from  2006 with 13% alcohol (but could be +-1.5% based on US law, I think).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: Huge difference.  Mearsault was a very light hue of yellow, almost clear while the Landmark was a much deeper yellow (looked almost like melted butter).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aroma: Mersault had all the classic Mersault characteristics, highlighted by an intense minerality that showed wet steel and even wet asphalt.  Mild creaminess, lemon oil, even a tad nutty.  Landmark exhibited intense oakiness and butter.  Some pineapple and tropical fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taste: Mersault continued it's mineral theme, but added some apple/pear notes and a bit of spice.  Landmark was rich, buttery, oaky, flamboyant and tropical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balance: The Mersault would probably benefit from a few years of aging, but very well balanced.  The different profiles played in solid harmony with each other and the zesty lemony acidity kept it fresh.  Although the Landmark has many fans, I found the oakiness to be overpowering.  The acidity just didn't match the weight of the wine for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate Judgement: It's probably unfair to stack these two wines against each other.  They have distinctly different styles and as one who prefers wines that are more elegant than powerful, I am naturally inclined to prefer the Mersault.  Although both are Chardonnays, it's comparing apples to oranges (or papaya).  I should have tasted the Landmark next to the Macrostie for a better comparison (which I enjoyed much more, but that could be due to not having a quality Mersault to compare against).  In order to do this right, I have to do a better job of eradicating my preconceived ideas about Chardonnay.  California Chardonnay, particularly the style of Landmark, is not Burgundian Chardonnay and should be viewed on its own merits.  It needs to be looked at through the lens of what it's trying to be, and on that score, I think it is a good reflection of the showy, flamboyant Chards that many seem to like.  Whether I learn to enjoy this style is another story.  While the Landmark certainly hasn't pushed me any further, the Macrostie actually did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4666450189302441500-3672686790448519560?l=pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/feeds/3672686790448519560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/2010/04/batlle-chardonnay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666450189302441500/posts/default/3672686790448519560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666450189302441500/posts/default/3672686790448519560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/2010/04/batlle-chardonnay.html' title='Battle: Chardonnay'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847038327182178871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/TTCOmV8IvAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/W7NJUbwmKn8/S220/kennypowers_500-thumb-500xauto-18893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666450189302441500.post-7903504756372842104</id><published>2010-04-11T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T11:16:09.422-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charomania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macrostie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chardonnay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>MacCrostie Chardonnay 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/S8IRzR9V_9I/AAAAAAAAABY/Op3qc74GrNY/s1600/B003366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/S8IRzR9V_9I/AAAAAAAAABY/Op3qc74GrNY/s200/B003366.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458945271018160082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first wine I tasted in my attempts to gain a better appreciation of California Chardonnay, I turned to a Macrostie 2007 from Carneros.  I bought a 375 ml version (in fact, the main reason I picked it is because it was available in 375 at my local wine shop), intending to taste against a variety of style, but got a bit greedy and tasted it on its own.  No matter, as it provides a good launching point to California Chard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tasted without reading any winery notes, reviews, etc (which I will try to do for all wines).  I typically avoid Chardonnay in the $20.00 range as I expect (right or wrong) that I will find something out of balance, usually the oak treatment, but almost as often, the ML or ripeness is out of whack.  But I was tremendously surprised by the balance.  I'm not sure if restrained richness is an oxymoron, but I found that the weight (which was noticeable) never teetered to the overwhelming.  Surprisingly, the oak was a background player offering mild vanilla and spicey notes, but never interfering with the richer apple tart elements.  It's a little richer than I typically like, but an almost refreshing citrusy acidity kept the wine mostly in balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What surprises me more than anything is that the style was very Californian, something I try to avoid.  But the winemaker did a great job in harmonizing the elements.  I actually expected that I would be trashing this wine, but so much for preconceived notions.  This isn't to say that this is the greatest wine I've ever had, but that I genuinely enjoyed it at it's price.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4666450189302441500-7903504756372842104?l=pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/feeds/7903504756372842104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/2010/04/maccrostie-chardonnay-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666450189302441500/posts/default/7903504756372842104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666450189302441500/posts/default/7903504756372842104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/2010/04/maccrostie-chardonnay-2007.html' title='MacCrostie Chardonnay 2007'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847038327182178871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/TTCOmV8IvAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/W7NJUbwmKn8/S220/kennypowers_500-thumb-500xauto-18893.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/S8IRzR9V_9I/AAAAAAAAABY/Op3qc74GrNY/s72-c/B003366.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666450189302441500.post-7316111599497921738</id><published>2010-04-07T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T09:59:22.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chardomania!</title><content type='html'>I'm all to ready admit to my general dislike of California Chardonnays, especially in comparison to their Burgundian cousins.  However, Steve Heimoff's thought provoking blog &lt;a href="http://www.steveheimoff.com/index.php/2010/03/30/why-im-not-an-abcer/"&gt;"Why I'm not an ABCer"&lt;/a&gt; and particularly some insightful comments by his readers got me questioning why I am so vehemently against most California Chardonnays.  After all, they come in a wide variety of styles, ranging from the Burgundian efforts at places like Ramey to the Chablis-esque Chateau Montelena to the rich fruit forward Mer et Soleil and in a variety of price points.  So, I'm officially removing my ABC (for the uninitiated, Anything But Chardonnay) outlook I acquired from spending too much time around some serious wine snobs and cleaning the slate.  Well, cleaning as much as I can.  However, to clean the slate, I need to be realistic with my preconceptions in hopes of confirming or expunging them.  So here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Cheap California Chardonnay sucks.  No two ways about this, I avoid any Chardonnay from California under $20.00 and admit to looking down my snoot at those who enjoy them.  My expectations from cheap Chardonnay is overly alcoholic without the right balance, oak chips, 100% malolactic for the nasty buttered popcorn, and fruit profiles either non existent or reminiscint of overly sweet pies and noxious banana bread.  In short, cheap California Chardonnay sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Burgundian whites are superior to California Chardonnay at every level.  While there are high end California Chardonnays that I like better than village level wines from Burgundy, when price is equal, I assume that the Burgundy is better (of course, with ubiquitous vintage chart in hand).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The only California Chardonnays worth seeking are those that are explicitly attempting to model Burgundy.  This is a big one for me and points to my obvious preference for the Burgundian style.  However, without knowledge of the actual winemaking practices or experience with specific wineries, this can be very tough to ascertain.  So, unless it's Ramey, Hobbs, or another winemaker known for "Burgundian" styles, I avoid.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The "Pompous Barbarian" effect.  I choose the name of this blog because this is what I am.  I can quite pompous about things like Chardonnay, but utterly barbaric in my reasoning and communication.  While I have enough experience to say that I don't like most Cal Chard, I also have never really had an open mind to it having the superiority of Burgundy bludgeoned into my starting at my first fine dining job with only a few Cal Chard fans encountered along the way.  Coming from the Pompous world of fine dining where nearly every wine steward looks at purchasing a bottle of Chardonnay with the same snootiness as top chefs have towards people who order chicken, I have learned a few really bad habits when it comes to wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with my preconceptions firmly understood I have the makings of a small yet simple plan.  Taste as much Chardonnay at different price points from different locations (just looking at California and Burgundy would fall into the same pompous trap that I am trying to escape) and take notes, whether on paper or mentally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4666450189302441500-7316111599497921738?l=pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/feeds/7316111599497921738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/2010/04/chardomania.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666450189302441500/posts/default/7316111599497921738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666450189302441500/posts/default/7316111599497921738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/2010/04/chardomania.html' title='Chardomania!'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847038327182178871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/TTCOmV8IvAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/W7NJUbwmKn8/S220/kennypowers_500-thumb-500xauto-18893.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666450189302441500.post-1447940793747281322</id><published>2010-04-05T12:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T12:44:43.591-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Napa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Mountain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pride Mountain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merlot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>2003 Pride Merlot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/S7o8KWjpmRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cV5BAtaWrUg/s1600/ImageHandler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 80px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/S7o8KWjpmRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cV5BAtaWrUg/s200/ImageHandler.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456740047064242450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not one of those people who think California Merlot sucks. But I think a lot of it does. So I'm always a bit nervous when I open a bottle, even one from a good producer like &lt;a href="http://www.pridewines.com/content/default1421.html"&gt;Pride Mountain Vineyards&lt;/a&gt;, unless I've had it and can remember it. I tend to hold my California Merlots for a fairly short period because the quality and balance can vary so much even among good producers. I got the bottle when touring the Spring Mountain wineries, most of which require appointments. Sunset magazine ran a great article on &lt;a href="http://www.sunset.com/travel/rockies/spring-mountain-wineries-00400000017261/"&gt;Spring Mountain wineries&lt;/a&gt; several years ago that turned into one my favorite trips to Napa.  The tasting room itself is magnificent and if you have a chance, go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't entirely sure what to expect.  I don't specifically remember tasting the Merlot, but I've had enough Pride Mountain wines to know they tend make dense, extracted wines.  And the Merlot did not disappoint.  If I had to do it over, I'd hold this bottle for another five years, but as it opened, Plums interlaced with chocolate balanced with spice (I swear I tasted Cinammon) with an incredible richness that had only really started to take on the mature flavors I prefer.  Velvety smooth tannins provided depth and weight that I find either lacking or overblown in many California Merlots.  With a few more years to even out the tannins, the acid would show through better.  The wine continued to evolve through the hour it took to kill the bottle eventually showing cassis and oaky notes.  Overall, a great bottle of wine that I would love to get more of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4666450189302441500-1447940793747281322?l=pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1447940793747281322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/2010/04/2003-pride-merlot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666450189302441500/posts/default/1447940793747281322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666450189302441500/posts/default/1447940793747281322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/2010/04/2003-pride-merlot.html' title='2003 Pride Merlot'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847038327182178871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/TTCOmV8IvAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/W7NJUbwmKn8/S220/kennypowers_500-thumb-500xauto-18893.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/S7o8KWjpmRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cV5BAtaWrUg/s72-c/ImageHandler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666450189302441500.post-353031738950894181</id><published>2010-03-29T09:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T15:16:20.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinot noir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martinelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cabernet sauvignon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clos du Bois'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Two more wines from the cellar down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/S7EmVSaT12I/AAAAAAAAAAw/FCIQldN6Fxk/s1600/Biondi+Ranch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/S7EmVSaT12I/AAAAAAAAAAw/FCIQldN6Fxk/s320/Biondi+Ranch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454182770883680098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend, I once again learned the importance of drinking wines at the right time.  I had two very different experiences, though much of it can probably be explained by the quality of wines I started with.  I'll start with the good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2001 &lt;a href="http://www.martinelliwinery.com/"&gt;Martinelli&lt;/a&gt; Bondi Ranch "Water Trough Vineyard" Pinot Noir.  A trek through a forest floor after a good rainstorm.  Hints of mushrooms, game, and wet wood (I want to say decaying, but that sounds bad and it's really an amazing quality in pinots) intermingled spectacularly with wild berries (and a hint of cherry) and vibrant acidity.  A great example of what can be done in California with Pinot when in the hands of skilled winemakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1999 &lt;a href="http://closdubois.com/"&gt;Clos du Bois&lt;/a&gt; Marlstone Cabernet.  Although only two years older, the fruit and acid had disappeared.  The mature flavors I expect broke through a bit, but the wine lacked balance and ended up being flabby and a bit boozy.  I suspect that I needed to open this 3-4 years ago to get the best benefit, but I expect more from the top bottlings of well known producers.  I still like Clos du Bois more than some of my friends, but I'll probably stick to their value wines.  But, alas, the value wines I used to enjoy have tilted away from value.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4666450189302441500-353031738950894181?l=pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/feeds/353031738950894181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/2010/03/two-more-wines-from-cellar-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666450189302441500/posts/default/353031738950894181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666450189302441500/posts/default/353031738950894181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/2010/03/two-more-wines-from-cellar-down.html' title='Two more wines from the cellar down'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847038327182178871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/TTCOmV8IvAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/W7NJUbwmKn8/S220/kennypowers_500-thumb-500xauto-18893.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/S7EmVSaT12I/AAAAAAAAAAw/FCIQldN6Fxk/s72-c/Biondi+Ranch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666450189302441500.post-5585874695647757234</id><published>2010-03-24T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T15:18:19.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peju'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cabernet franc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>2000 Peju Province Reserve Cab Franc Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/S7EnIxGgdvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/m6kaTmg6xXg/s1600/Peju+CF+Res.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/S7EnIxGgdvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/m6kaTmg6xXg/s320/Peju+CF+Res.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454183655295448818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After one of my regular vigils to my wine collection (how pompous) looking for wines that are ready to drink, I found a little gem in a 2000 &lt;a href="http://www.peju.com"&gt;Peju Province &lt;/a&gt;Reserve Cab Franc. I knew I had a few Peju wines left over from a spiteful trip to Napa Valley where I spent my budget at one place because I was ticked at my girlfriend for some stupid perceived slight and I still have a few reserve CSs sitting in my collection as evidence of my general idiocy.  But after sharing the bottle with my wife last night, not only am I glad I married someone else, but also glad that I burned some coin at Peju.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mature mocha notes blended beautifully with an undercurrent of blackberries (I know blueberries are classic Franc profile, but I don't usually find it). Although it may have been a bit past its peak, the wine retained a lively quality thanks to just enough acid to keep the lingering richness from oak aging in balance.  This wine is one of the reasons I love aging wines.  The maturity added a depth and richness that created a truly great wine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4666450189302441500-5585874695647757234?l=pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5585874695647757234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/2010/03/2000-peju-province-reserve-cab-franc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666450189302441500/posts/default/5585874695647757234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666450189302441500/posts/default/5585874695647757234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/2010/03/2000-peju-province-reserve-cab-franc.html' title='2000 Peju Province Reserve Cab Franc Review'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847038327182178871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/TTCOmV8IvAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/W7NJUbwmKn8/S220/kennypowers_500-thumb-500xauto-18893.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/S7EnIxGgdvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/m6kaTmg6xXg/s72-c/Peju+CF+Res.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666450189302441500.post-5662821327805039217</id><published>2010-03-11T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T15:20:43.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bourbon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louisville'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Urban Bourbon Trail Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/S7EntB2s0gI/AAAAAAAAABA/F_oHyH13Slo/s1600/Van+Winkle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/S7EntB2s0gI/AAAAAAAAABA/F_oHyH13Slo/s200/Van+Winkle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454184278267843074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first realized that I had to take a trip to Louisville for business, my first thought was "time to turn in my notice." Of course, my own desire to never tell stories about my days of living in Golden Gate Park intervened, so I buried my horror and made the arrangements. Fortunately, I was able to get a downtown hotel this time rather than an airport hotel. My next thought was how I could turn this into gaining a greater appreciation for Bourbon (aka debauchery). While visiting a distillery was out of the question due to work needs and my other desire to avoid stories about how I got arrested in Kentucky for DUI, I found this nifty little thing called the &lt;a href="http://www.justaddbourbon.com/planavisit/urbantrail.aspx"&gt;Urban Bourbon Trail&lt;/a&gt;. The UBT has all the hallmarks of a tacky tourist bureua invention with the notable difference of ample booze and a "free gift" if you get your UBT passport stamped by all nine locations. So, my colleague and I made the decision to make the most of our trip to a city that I only remembered from a few other short trips for business that never got much past an airport hotel bar and an Outback Steakhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop 1 Old Seelbach Bar: Horrible. Disinterested bartender who walked away in midconversation spoiled any charm this place may have had. I give it one star out of five simply because it was a cold Monday night and my colleague said he had a decent experience once before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop 2 &lt;a href="http://www.baxterstation.com/"&gt;Baxter Station&lt;/a&gt;: Awesome. Great pub with better than expected food, friendly and knowledgable bartender who steered us to some great Bourbons and beer. Owner chatted with us for a good half hour. Busy on a Tuesday night and good interesting neighborhood. Four out of five stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop 3 Blu (in the Marriott): Not my scene, but okay. Like any downtown Marriott, Blu was populated by smartly dressed sales people, which is fine with me. Busy and vibrant with enough cougars to be interesting. Cocktail waitress was an airhead which I enjoy anyway. Three out of five stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop 4 Jockey Silks: Started Wed. in the least crowded bar. Great selection and maybe a decent bar later or on the weekends, but couldn't get past the King of Queens reruns airing while I was there. Bartender seemed more interested in when his shift ended, but was surprisingly knowledgeable, directing us to some of our favorite Bourbons of the week. Two out of five stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop 5 &lt;a href="http://www.proofonmain.com"&gt;Proof on Main&lt;/a&gt;: Trendy with the accompanying trendoids, but if you like the borderline pretentious spots (and I do), it's a lot of fun. Busy with a great menu (Roasted Bison Marrow Bones was a standout), it has an art gallery in the same hotel that is actually interesting. Would be five stars, but our bartender claimed that Colorado made a Bourbon. When I mentioned that is was probably a whisky in the Bourbon style, I was rebuffed. Points for making their own tonic water as well. Four out of five stars (would be five if their staff had a clue).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop 6 Z's Fusion: Maybe this is something new and different for Louisville, but it would be tired and played out in San Francisco. Nice enough staff with plenty of people, but I worked in a Fusion place 15 years ago. Not interesting. Two ouf of five stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop 7 &lt;a href="http://www.makerslounge.com/"&gt;Maker's Mark&lt;/a&gt;: I thought for sure this place would suck. In the middle of the Louisville theme park named Fourth Street Live, it seemed destined to be the equivalent of a crappy SF waterfront restaurant. Surprisingly, the food was better than expected and the bartender was a riot as we exchanged stories of inebriation. Only misstep was the worst bread pudding I've ever had in my life. Four out of five stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop 8 Brown Hotel Bar: I was pretty hammered by this point, so no real review. Just make sure you sit at the bar. Cool place that seemed at the same time the most touristy and the most authentic. Marble floors, piano, and spilling into the lobby, I could see this bar more than any other as a relic from another era. But the service stank, so I would recommend sitting at the bar if possible. And I ate something, but have no idea what it was. I think it was a dessert. Very busy for a late hour on a cold Wed. night. No rating due to advanced inebriation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop 9 &lt;a href="http://www.bourbonsbistro.com"&gt;Bourbons Bistro&lt;/a&gt;: Our only stop on Thursday, we almost didn't go due to crushing hangovers from Wednesday night. I'm glad we mustered the energy as this place was amazing. From the bar which features a ton of Bourbons and great atmosphere to the food which I would stack against anything in the country, we had a great time. The chef even came to speak to us a bit after my colleague asked for some of his sauce to go, giving us the sauce AND the recipe. One of my all time favorite dining experiences. Five out of five stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we all like handy lists, here's mine for what it's worth.&lt;br /&gt;Best Bar: Baxter Station with honorable mentions to Proof on Main, Maker's Mark, and Brown Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;Best Bartender: Tie between Baxter Station and Maker's Mark.&lt;br /&gt;Best Food: Bourbon's Bistro with honorable mentions to Proof on Main and Baxter Station.&lt;br /&gt;Best People Watching: Proof on Main&lt;br /&gt;Best Meal: The Duck Confit Strudel at Bourbon's Bistro.&lt;br /&gt;Best Bourbon, hard to find category: George Stagg and Poppy Van Winkle 20 year&lt;br /&gt;Best Bourbon, easy to find: Basil Hayden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Bar: Z's Fusion.&lt;br /&gt;Worst Bartender: Old Seelbach Inn.&lt;br /&gt;Worst Food: Maker's Mark (actually, their food was pretty good, but I'm still having nightmares about chalk masquerading as bread pudding).&lt;br /&gt;Worst Bourbon: Had a few I didn't like, but fortunately can't remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best place to find a cougar: Blu&lt;br /&gt;Best place to feel like you're a tourist: Brown Hotel Bar&lt;br /&gt;Best place to feel like your a meaningless business traveller that no one ever cared about: Old Seelbach.&lt;br /&gt;Best place to feel like you actually have a life in comparison to the pitiful bartender: Jockey Silks&lt;br /&gt;Best place to visit to feel really good that you live in San Francisco: Z's Fusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, I like Louisville far more than I thought I would. Interesting neighborhoods, much better food than I expected, and the combination of Midwest friendliness and Southern hospitality made this a great experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4666450189302441500-5662821327805039217?l=pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5662821327805039217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-i-first-realized-that-i-had-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666450189302441500/posts/default/5662821327805039217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666450189302441500/posts/default/5662821327805039217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompousbarbarian.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-i-first-realized-that-i-had-to.html' title='Urban Bourbon Trail Review'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14847038327182178871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/TTCOmV8IvAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/W7NJUbwmKn8/S220/kennypowers_500-thumb-500xauto-18893.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uowMrVS5uqY/S7EntB2s0gI/AAAAAAAAABA/F_oHyH13Slo/s72-c/Van+Winkle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666450189302441500.post-2441820400705012759</id><published>2010-03-10T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T15:18:38.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first post</title><content type='html'>I figured I torture my friends and family with my overly critical nature of everything enough.  So I thought I'd kill the proverbial two birds with one stone by having a forum where I dump my inane musings saving my exasperated wife from another profanity laced bourbon fueled diatribe on why James Cameron is the anti-Christ while sharing my perverted world view with the bored, cubicle encrusted masses that kill time by reading trivial blogs. After working for ten years in the fine dining world with stops in Seattle, New York, and my hometown and current digs, San Francisco, I've been toiling as a wage slave for (insert heartless corporation here). Of course, I make gobs more now, but I still reminsisce about nearly burning Seattle to the ground in a Bananas Foster incident gone terribly awry and the thrill of that first bottle of wine that gave me my unshakeable love for wine.  From now on, you'll see random musings on several topics, mostly related to food, spirits, and my version of the good life, but plenty of other trivial matters. I don't intend to inform, enlighten, entertain, or provide any worthwhile service. I only intend to have a place to vent my inner cynic to spare my family. If you enjoy, great. 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