An order of roast duck leg — two large legs in a pool of red wine sauce — was enormous, tender and very rich, but would have benefited from a lighter hand on the salt shaker.
Sour-cherry toasted almond cake, a bouncy Americanized financier, is perfectly crunchy on the edges and chewy inside, with a tart pool of red wine and sour cherry juice that slowly soaks into the cake.
But if each of their friends can be tapped, the pool of prospective wine-country authorities jumps from 200 into the tens of thousands.
In the winter months, a group of 25 residents would meet by the pool for wine and cheese.
Brush away the wisps of torn Rizla, shredded beer mats and desiccated tobacco flakes from the table top; mop up the tacky pools of spilled wine and lager; scratch all the filthy patina away, sand off the varnish until there's just pristine wood left bare.
Brush away the wisps of torn Rizla, shredded beer mats, and desiccated tobacco flakes from the table top; mop up the tacky pools of spilled wine and lager; scratch all the filthy patina away, and sand off the varnish until there's just pristine wood left bare.
Luscious braised beef cheeks were chiseled into handsome squares, served in a pool of reduced red wine braising liquid with three plump potato gnocchi (one was a little tough) and a single baby carrot.
My girlfriend and I decided to pay a visit to Hakone Kowakien Yunessun, a family-friendly resort two hours southwest of Tokyo, where you can swim in a pool of green tea, wine, coffee, or sake.
This is the first step towards finding me, sticky and naked and drunkenly slipping into the abyss, in a pool of my own wine vomit on the floor of my trendy east London flatshare.
"MY father would drive five hours for the right pancetta, the right pecorino," Cesare Casella said as he whisked a shot of olive oil into a deep garnet pool of balsamic vinegar, red wine and red wine vinegar.
