Personally, this makes more sense to me than not. You sit down and think up a great restaurant -- a place where you would want to take your richest, most abandoned Aunt when she comes to visit you -- and then you try and figure out what that restaurant would serve, and what kinds of wine would best complement this cutting-edge cuisine you have imagined.
-- Ambrosia salad on a bed of shredded pork, served in a coconut husk with two extra forks to provide drama and spark conversation?
Melon ball flavored "Boone's Farm," obviously!
A stack of toast as high as the finger of a coffee-drinking adult, each slice flavored with a different condiment that could be found within the door of a refrigerator in an apartment made for one (Worcestershire sauce, mayonnaise, pickle juice, crumb-larded margarine, ice water)?
"Cisco," served in a coffee cup, or in a warm bottle. "Takes You By Surprise."
A tuna sandwich with a hunk of swiss cheese melted over it -- served in a crystal goblet decorated with Aztec glyphs -- garnished with generous dollops of guacamole?
"Buckfast Tonic Wine!" A wine meant for those who must make choices. "Three small glasses a day, for good health and lively blood".
After you have correlated your wines to your meals, you could BUILD this restaurant -- which takes time, money, effort, pain, and will kill whole years of your life -- or you could send these hypothetical materials away to a critical body who specializes in judging such artistic endeavors. If you win the award...
...the world loves your dream...
..and you can keep sleeping.
Posted by miracle on Sat, 23 Aug 2008 09:45:19 -0400 -- permanent link