For the next week or so I’ll be reporting live and direct from the 2015 Vino In Villa event, positioned just outside of Venice, Veneto, up in northeastern Italy. Over the coming sequence of posts I hope to collect my thoughts on all aspects of Veneto in an irreverent daily diary: its wines, cuisine, culture, and people.
It also appears that the interweb Gods are shining their Wifi light on me, as for the first time ever in this country I have a stellar connection at the hotel. You may even see a little bit of video this time around… fingers crossed.
I’d say that it was really only over the past two years that I have begun to appreciate the pleasures of a really great glass of Prosecco. And so it was a great deal of interest I decided to accept an invitation from the Conegliano Valdobbiadene to visit and do some serious tasting of the stuff. I’m so glad that I was still on their invitation list as have had to turn down their hospitality for two years running up until now.
I’m also hoping to hook up with some old friends of Good Food Revolution whilst here, namely Enricca Rocca, Marloes Knippenberg, Erika Gallon, and Sandro Bottega, extending my stay by a couple of days at the tail end.
Here with me should be (if they survivied Nebbiolo Prima in Alba, Piedmonte) Evan Saviolidis of Quench magazine, and Christopher Sealy of Midfield/George (who has been covering Nebbiolo Prima for Good Food Revolution due to my own committments at this year’s Terroir symposium in Toronto). No sign of either of them as of yet, but I’m guessing that they may be sprucing themselves up after what I can only imagine was a bit of a tough bus journey accross northen Italy after a good few days utterly soaked in Nebbiolo and stuffed with carne crudo.
And so with a chilled bottle of Borgoluce Prosecco Superiore DOCG awaiting me upon my arrival in my room at the Astoria Hotel, and I ready myself for dinner with the other guests at the nearby Osteria Cuzziol da Tizo whilst listening to the great new Django Django album Born Under Saturn, all is well in the world.
Although they should probably have sprung for some proper stemware as opposed to these daft wee plastic tumblers… oh well…
The skies are looking rather grey and sullen, like a boil-washed then tumble-dried goth teenager. This is hopefully not a harbinger for the next five days, as I was looking forward to some pleasant weather and had packed accordingly. The way it’s looking I should have packed my tweed three-piece.