The connoisseur does not drink wine but tastes its secrets
Wine brings to light the hidden secrets of the soul, gives being to our hopes, bids the coward flight, drives dull care away, and teaches new means for the accomplishment of our wishes.
I only really fake it anymore with sommeliers who are being really snotty to me and I don't want to take their grief and so I try to do something to kind of throw them off or put them on the defensive, even if I don't know what I'm talking about.
When it came to writing about wine, I did what almost everybody does - faked it
Mind you, it’s all bullshit with wine, isn’t it? It’s just f**king vinegar with a fizz, no matter what the tasters say.
My favorite drink is sake.
In wine, there's truth.
When the sommelier Enrico Bernardo moved to Paris from Italy nearly two decades ago, the world of French gastronomy brutally rejected him. No matter that he had won the competition for best sommelier in Italy; when he asked 30 restaurateurs for work in their wine cellars, all turned him down.
Qui sait déguster ne boit plus jamais de vin, mais goûte des secrets
The love of wine is a good man's failing.
I'm sure wine snobs look at me and think, how dare you.
Wine is not just an object of pleasure, but an object of knowledge; and the pleasure depends on the knowledge.
When I started to work in Paris in fine dining, the passion really kicked in, and I knew that I would not, for the rest of my life, do anything else.
Good wine is a necessity of life for me.
Wine is a civilizing agent.
I was a busboy, a waiter, a manager, a sommelier... like... all of it from a family-run Polish restaurant, with, like, grandmas in the basement hand-making pierogies, to working at Bond Street for a while. I've done it all.
