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The Tom Hill ArchivesHere are Tom's notes from the February, 1999 special 3-day Ridge tasting: A Ridge Vineyard Retrospective TastingThe Friday night dinner was at Spago w/ the cusine from Wolfgang's Chinois restaurant and focused on some of the more unusual (esoteric was the term used) Ridge wines, mostly Zins. Saturday's lunch was at Valentino's and was a very comprehensive vertical of Geyserville Zins, w/ a few Lytton Springs. And Saturday's lunch was again at Spago's w/ the biggies; Ridge Monte Bello Cabernet. Winemaker Paul Draper was in attendance & offered comments at all three events. I had never met Bipin before but knew well of him from many writeups in various wine publications of the huge vertical tastings he holds from time to time. But I knew he had to be an OK guy... he's a physicist!! And I must say I was quite taken by him. Quiet, very gracious, very charming, very sharing (all the things most physicists I know are not!!) and very well organized. You have to be to pull off such an event as this. I can only guess at the amount of work he had put in aforehand to bring it all together. Truly, he is a first-class gentleman. And this an event that will never be repeated. Alas. I was pretty apprehensive about attending this event because I knew there would be a lot of high-end collectors here and I expected a lot of stuft-shirt types to be there... not the kind of crowd I usually hang out with. Tom Hill in Beverly Hills..... not an image that would come to most people's mind!! There were some pretty heavy-hitters there, including Stephen Spurrier, Serena Sutcliffe, and Frank Prial to name a few. But wine-snobs & stuft-shirts.... not to be found. It was an absolutely amazing group of folks; very friendly, trading ideas and opinions and thoughts; all brought together by their common passion over Ridge wines. I never cease to be amazed at how the name "Ridge Vnyds" always brings up an out-pouring of warm feelings amongst wine lovers (Kay-Moose should be so lucky). That was in abundant evidence at this weekend's events. The format was to have five flights of six wines each, matched with the five courses. So, 30 wines with each event. There were no spit buckets obviously available, so I had serious concerns about my "functionality" towards the end of each tasting. It turned out to not be a problem. Spread out over 5 hours time, with food, and not drinking all of some of the older or lesser wines, I found my note- taking skills held up well throughout. A really nice touch to the whole event was the bound notebooks Bipin provided to all the attendees. It contained the list of the wines, the participants, and ample room to take notes. Definitely a first class operation Bipin runs!! Between each flight, Paul usually got up and made a few comments on the nature of each yr's harvest and some background on the wines. I found this really helpful in picking out things in the wines that I might have overlooked. And such background knowledge always adds something to the intelluctual pleasure of a wine. And then Bipin would introduce someone special to the group and ask them to make some comments on the previous flight of wines. This, too, added a different perspective on the wines and helped me in picking up other nuances in the wines. The seating was at tables of 5-6 people, assigned in advance by Bipin. This worked extraordinarily well as it eliminated much of the milling about looking for seats and jockeying around for "more favored" seats. And the tables were small enough that you could comfortably carry on conversations with everyone at table. The wines were served progressing from the oldest to the youngest, at Paul's suggestion, orthogonal to the normal way. I much preferred this ordering as it allowed one to focus one's intellect on the early and more complex wines, and then savor the younger more sensual wines that were already old friends. Behind the scenes, there was a remarkable logistic operation taking place. Huge tables w/ glasses carefully lined up, all marked w/ a small tape identifying the wine on the base. The wines would be decanted, poured into the waiting glasses, until all 6 wines in a flight were poured, and then taken out to the tables. The operation worked like a well-oiled machine, very little sediment in the old wines and they always came out to the tables just before the food. Were these people generals in the US Army, we would never have to worry about losing the next war!! So, all in all, it was the most incredible of weekends, totally immersed in Ridge Vnyds. Great food, great wine, and the most special of friends... exactly what it's all about. Friday, Feb 5, 1999 Up early & into work about
4:00am to squeeze in a half day's work. Thirty minutes of hoops, clean
up, pack bags, and off to the Albq airport, with the usual stop at Sage
BakeHouse in SantaFe for a badly needed double espresso. The epee blade
makes it thru security w/o a hitch, disguised as a gamma-ray interferometer
transponder antenna. However, the X-ray showing the orthopedic/pistol grip
for the epee catches their attention & they ask to inspect my carry-on
bag, since it looks a bit like a small derringer pistol. They are mollified
w/ my explanation that it's a special toilet flush handle for severely
arthiritic patients that I've invented! Catch a lot of ZZZZ's on the flight
into LAX.
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| Return to Spago at the correct time.
The entrance/bar area is loaded with Hollywood/Beverly Hills/beautiful
people-types and I know I'm exactly in my milieu!! But, alas, I'm directed
back to the private dining room that's occupied by nothing but wine- types.
Finally get to meet Bipin Desai, a true gentleman in every sense of the
word. We chat a bit about physics and his work. Turns out my Laboratory
director had been out to visit his physics department a few weeks before,
so Bipin already knew a bit about me.
At the entrance table to the dining room stands an attractive young lady, supplying sticky-name tags; whom I expect everyone had dismissed as a Hollywood air-head type there to gussy up the scene. When I notice the "Caitlin" on her nametag, I know immediately that it's Paul's daughter, a sophomore at Occidental College there in LA. So I introduce myself and visit with her for awhile. I was quite impressed; a very charming and very poised young lady. Then mingle a bit w/ a few others there in the bar area outside the private dining room. Immediately recognize Stephen Spurrier, Decanter magazine writer and noted wine persona, and Frank Prial, of the NY Times. Notice a few other familiar faces but can't dredge up their names. Paul then arrives w/ Serena Sutcliffe, another British wine writer. Visit w/ Paul a bit, whom I hadn't seen since the week before at ZAP. We are directed into the dining room to our tables. I find that I've been seated beside Stephen Spurrier. It was one of my highlights of the weekend; an extremely knowledgeable wine person, of course. I start soliciting his opinions on California wines and am quite surprised on how abreast of the scene he is. On the Calif/Rhone area, he is pretty much on top of all the movers & shakers, only a few he'd not heard of. I was amazed to catch him taking notes on some of the things I was saying about Calif/Rhones. Also sitting at my table is Bipin, so I get a much better chance to become acquainted with him. This set of wines was titled "The Diverse & Esoteric", a sort of over-view of some of the lesser-known wines of Ridge. The menu was based on Wolfgang Puck's cusine from his Chinois restaurant:
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| Saturday, Feb 6, 1999
Up fairly early, but to gloomy/cloudy skies &
some dampness, so no hoops this morning. Down to the parking garage for
some fencing drills, grab an espresso down in downtown SantaMonica. Read
thru the morning's LATimes, what a refreshing change to read a good newspaper
in the morning. Make some notes, some calls home, and then off for today's
lunch.
Piero Selvaggio's special menu for today's lunch is:
Head up to the Wine House just off Pico. A terrific selection of wines. Wind up buying 2 cases worth; mostly Zins and Calif/French/Oz Rhones, to have shipped back to NewMexico. Return to my motel, catch a few winks, makes some notes & calls home. Around 9:30pm, decide I am hungry enough for dinner. My first choice was Campanille, but the drive up there was more than I wanted to do. So decide to do Valentino, since their wine list is so highly regarded. The meal this time was rather ordinary; not bad, but just not of the caliber I had expected. A potatoe & spinach gnocchi in walnut/cream sauce was pretty heavy. The breaded sweetbreads (I can never pass up sweetbreads on a menu) w/ fresh veggys was good, if a bit bland. But the flourless chocolate cake for dessert was outstanding. The only saving grace of the meal was the wine. Find an Il Podere Toreldego '95 lurking on the list, so order that. A big rich grapey rather tannic wine that didn't go so well w/ the food but was quite good on its own. Since single diners appear rare/nonexistent here, I fall into conversation w/ the two tables on either side, all of whom are serious wine folks. None had heard of Toreldego before, so the bottle gets passed back and forth, and I do a little educating of them on the variety and Il Podere wnry, also new to them. After a very ordinary cup of coffee, head back to the motel and some badly needed rest. Sunday, Feb 7, 1999 Up early to fairly clear skies, so down the street
to a pretty little park to shoot a few hoops. 7:00 am in Santa Monica is
a pretty quiet place. Then back to my room, read thru the LA Times, and
get cleaned up.
Today's lunch menu is classic Wolfgang Puck:
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