Just prior to this wine-and-alcohol-filled dinner, we met up at the chief operating officer of food's Back Bay limestone mansion. It's a truly stupendous place. The second floor salon, with its elegant curved windows overlooking Comm Ave, is as fine as the period rooms in a museum. Shining, if not glowing, dark wood floors. Breathtaking wood paneling. Incredible scultped ceiling. Marble fireplaces. A glorious yet whimsical glass lighting fixture. Boston does not get finer than this.
Let's just say - it ain't a room to drink shitty wine in.
Our host was my best wine buddy when we spent summers on Martha's Vineyard in the late 90s and the beginning of the 00s but we hadn't seen each other in a long time. I randomly bumped into him on Nantucket last weekend when we were out and about. We chatted a bit. He asks if I have been drinking any good wine recently. During the conversation that Mazoyeres-Chambertin came up. The night ends. I mentioned that I'm having a dinner with a buddy in Boston shortly and I tell him that he should join us. He says sure, but we should swing by his place for a glass of wine prior. I say sure.
Shortly arrives. We arrive at his front door. We ring the doorbell (even the doorbell sounds amazing!). He welcomes us. He says to head upstairs while he grabs a bottle of wine. I've been here plenty, but not my friend. His jaw drops upon seeing this room. I smile.
Our host returns, Charmes in hand, and asks what I think.
"Wow, lucky us, nice choice. So you had my Mazoyeres on your mind, eh?" I respond.
Adrian, what are you talking about? We're not pretentious here. Are you getting mouthfuls mixed up with some other site?
Even if you think MF is filled with pretentious snobs and jerks ...
Oh yeah, the wine. Good, not great. Charmes is more feminine in the Gevrey grand cru hierarchy, but I just don't love Gevrey. So sue me.
And yes, I picked up the dinner tab.