About a decade ago I had an epiphany while dining al fresco at a casual steak joint in SoHo on a cloying, 90-degree summer evening. While my date and I were sipping an 80-degree bottle of Cabernet a French couple sat nearby and ordered an ice-cold, sweat-dripping bottle of Brouilly,...
Posted June 12, 2007 | 05:58 PM (EST)