When I drink wines from Marco Parusso, I want to put on my Audrey Hepburn cat eye sunglasses and light a cigarette (merely for effect). Nothing screams class and elegance like the silky seductive juice that pours from these bottles. I have coincidentally engaged in sipping various representations of Nebbiolo from this Piemontese producer while traveling the states this summer. Boy have I embraced every minute of Northern Italy!
The epitome of eating well with wine (and cocktails)… a snapshot of my tour through one of America’s best cities for food. Warning: content below does involve copious amounts of pig product consumed. Vegetarians beware.