Category: Dining

  • A Lost Interview with the Late Anthony Bourdain

    A Lost Interview with the Late Anthony Bourdain

    A previously unpublished interview with the remarkable Anthony Bourdain, who is probably the only man who ever uttered: “Dishwashing saved my life.” He will be missed.

  • Most Powerful Foodies

    The 39th annual Winter Fancy Food Show wrapped up its an annual three-day edible expo at San Francisco’s Moscone Center this week. The movable feast was comprised of more than 80,000 specialty foods and beverages proffered by 1,350 exhibitors from across the U.S. and 35 countries and regions. And, of course, Sonoma was among them.…

  • Movie Theater Food

    Confessions from the Concession Stand As far as pairings go, the proverbial “dinner and a movie” is a classic that rivals Sonoma’s precious couplings of “wine and cheese” as a sensual experience to be enjoyed while clothed. In our hurly burly world of air-tight schedules, it’s a wonder that “dinner at the movies” hasn’t become…

  • March Madness Bracket: Belgian Ale & Pork Rinds

    Work with me here: Until recently, I assumed “March Madness” was a reference to Alice in Wonderland a la “as mad as a March hare.” Turns out its about college basketball, which, this time of year, enjoys its own pseudoscience in the form of Bracketology. Apparently, Bracketologists predict the winner of the annual National Collegiate…

  • Pork Rinds. The other Pigskin.

    The Super Bowl and certain pork byproducts share a common ancestor – the pigskin. The first known footballs date back to 16th century Scotland and were comprised of pig bladders ensconced in deer leather. Pigskin eventually became the material of discerning footballers until a few centuries later when cowhide and polyurethane finally tackled football fabrication.…

  • The Vintners of Our Dissed Content

    It all began, as these small odysseys often do, with a misunderstanding. In this case, the issue was entirely my own, and the fact that it persisted for nearly 40 years is not only embarrassing but rather damning to any gustatory gravitas I might’ve claimed. It went like this: I was strolling through our namesake…