A few years ago my wife and I took our young children into Paris to view the tourist sites. We were staying outside Paris, at La Houssaye-en-Brie, and got the train in on what was a blisteringly hot day. By the time we emerged from the busy metro around lunchtime, agitated and sweating (No! Men perspire, women glow, only horses sweat!) we looked for somewhere to eat. I don’t recall where we were exactly, possibly Les Halles, but there was no shortage of cafés, yet to my shame we espied the golden arches of regret and thus my offsprings first repast in the City of Love was a Royale with fries.
My wife and I are self taught wine imbibers. Sure, we know our Pouilly-Fumé from our Pouilly-Fuissé, but we’ve never had the pleasure of instructor led tuition. To put that right we treated ourselves to a 5 week course at the excellent Chester Beer and Wines, the first session of which was this Monday. The congenial instructor Mervyn had acquired 6 bottles for us to taste, his idea being to supply a wide variety of contrasting wines: for example, a tart white followed by a flabby one. The end result was a group of wines that may not have been the best I’ll taste, but were all the more interesting as a selection. Continue reading