For Kunal and me, Bordeaux has never been only a place to taste. It is friends, a cooperage fire, and Maison Mittal in Saint-Émilion.
The recipe said four beef cutlets. Naturally, I panicked.
I am not a doctor, just a flavor enthusiast. It started with a dentist appointment.
Two businesses. Two continents. One realization: I had been invisible to myself.
Our first Thanksgiving in Los Angeles, the turkey somehow picked up a Delhi accent.
An Indian couple, Bordeaux blends, Cabernet Franc and spice. The polite advice was to simplify.
Wine town? Yes. Only wine town? Not anymore.
I didn’t plan to fall in love. Certainly not with a Viognier.
