Here’s the rant part: If only more restaurant winelists would acknowledge there’s more to white wine drinking than chardonnay, sauvignon blanc, and pinot grigio (the most boring of all, IMO).
On my way to Stonington, CT, for a family occasion, I stopped at the Philly airport Vino Volo–what an unexpected treat. There, easily drinkable in one flight, were three out-of-the-box whites, two of them bursting with garden-y scents.
First, a crisp, lime-redolent Portuguese vinho verde; second, a jasmine-scented Italian Falanghina; third, a Chilean gewurtztraminer so floral I couldn’t even sort out the components.
I might have to do my drinking at airports from now on.
Speaking of done right, this is the time for the PeeGee hydrangea in the NE. The oakleaves and macrophyllas are fading, but in Connecticut (and elsewhere) the PG is king.