Kind of a quiet Tuesday. Let’s pull out a random question from the UD Mailbag:
Q: Say, where could I procure a glass of nun-made wine tonight?
A: Never change, readers. Never change. And also...
Procure it at Wilde, a new European wine bar for good reds and plates full of steak frites, now open on La Brea. (See the slideshow.)
A red leather stool is a good spot to linger after a long day. Just tell your barkeep what you’re into, and you’ll get something unusual like a Swiss red, a coastal muscadet with the essence of sea salt or a white blend made by nuns in a French monastery. If that’s what you’re into.
Crushed-velvet banquettes and the leather sofas are more like your date-night playing field—you’ll have room for a bottle and a plate of something uncomplicated, like steak frites, cheese or half a cast-iron Mary’s chicken. The overall feeling is like an evening at your sophisticated European friend’s place, somebody with good taste in wine and whispered dirty jokes.
And keep an eye on their social media. That’s where they’ll announce any sudden urges to pop open some Châteauneuf-du-Pape and pour it by the glass.
Again, just like your friend’s place.
Q: Say, where could I procure a glass of nun-made wine tonight?
A: Never change, readers. Never change. And also...
Procure it at Wilde, a new European wine bar for good reds and plates full of steak frites, now open on La Brea. (See the slideshow.)
A red leather stool is a good spot to linger after a long day. Just tell your barkeep what you’re into, and you’ll get something unusual like a Swiss red, a coastal muscadet with the essence of sea salt or a white blend made by nuns in a French monastery. If that’s what you’re into.
Crushed-velvet banquettes and the leather sofas are more like your date-night playing field—you’ll have room for a bottle and a plate of something uncomplicated, like steak frites, cheese or half a cast-iron Mary’s chicken. The overall feeling is like an evening at your sophisticated European friend’s place, somebody with good taste in wine and whispered dirty jokes.
And keep an eye on their social media. That’s where they’ll announce any sudden urges to pop open some Châteauneuf-du-Pape and pour it by the glass.
Again, just like your friend’s place.
