Every Table Had A Bottle
Barbaresco, Italy. Every table had a bottle. Nobody asked why. Two Atlanta restaurants. Same city. Same caliber. One room that looked like this. One that did not. The only difference was a pricing decision.
One Extraordinary Day in Barbaresco
A lesson learned at Christie's auction house, a morning at Gaja, lunch at Locanda Borgo Vecchio in Neive on a terrace, and an afternoon at a dusty table with Grasso Fratelli, a family who makes wine on their own terms. One extraordinary day in Barbaresco that changes how you think about desire, value and what wine is actually for.