In Boston’s North end I enjoyed the best Sangiovese in all my travels. It is called the Ali from Toscana, 2008 – dry as a desert with a body so light that it seemed to evaporate as it hit my tongue. We paired it with a gnocchi dish and a black fettucini dish at Trattoris di Monica and although I kept bugging my lady to return for more food there, alas, it was not in the cards. That’s okay, I will walk the rest of my days with memories of that meal – infact, it may be worth returning to Boston for. After we finished our meal we ran across the street and got another bottle at the little market di Monica to take home and drink in our hotel.
The beer here pictured was the best beer I had on the trip. Being a snooty beer guy from California, it has become hard to impress me with beer, but you know, those folks on the East Coast have been doing it for a while, so I’ll cut them a break. Infact, anything the Maine Beer Company does is really really good. It is good to pour the beer from the bottle into a wide mouth glass to really get the most out of it, but do recognize the spartan labeling for the genius that it is.