Phillip Silverstone On Wine
Special Order, from France
Chateau Bellevue's La Foret Rose can make a Francophile of the stuffiest Englishman.
When you’ve lived "abroad" as long I have, there comes a time when you question you’re identity. I’ve lived around here just eight years longer than I did in London, so when does the accent get unclipped, the bow tie get tossed and the subtle cynicism become blatant chiding? Then there’s that other trait of the true Englishman — a less than subtle, less than clandestine contempt for their neighbors across the English Channel. Some of my best friends in our 'hood are French and German and I rarely deride their temperaments for my entertainment. I've probably morphed into an Engla-vanian, This started me pondering the hypocrisy of the Englishman’s less-than- neighborly disposition when it comes to the subject of wine. Somehow with all the “…
