Why are we obsessed with drinks and dialect? Modo di Bere connects biodiversity and linguistic variety, in Italy and beyond, through local drinks and local sayings.
In the heart of Texas wine country, the last living speakers of Texas German gather at an old schoolhouse to play dominoes. On the Texas High Plains, two friends keep
"That drew me to wine and coffee, this sort of visceral pleasure..Like when when I would listen to certain pieces of music and be moved to having shivers."
The Triana neighborhood of Sevilla is known for its participation in El Rocío, a yearly event when pilgrims from all over Andalucía travel by foot and oxen-drawn carts to
"In these days, we are my parents and my three sisters. My older sister runs a farm that provide us with vegetables, fruits, jams and so on. The other sisters working together here in the restaurant."
"At that point, whether you know or understand any of these chemical factors, that's when you slow down and be like, 'This wine doesn't taste like I expected.'"
“Aha!” said Fabio. “But in Venice, we drink Spritz all day! And not with Aperol, with Select!” He paused and looked at me seriously: “Never more than five.”
Never wear new shoes to a wine fair. Thank goodness it was Kachi Izukanne’s first Vinitaly. If the pinch of his new white sneakers hadn’t driven him to find a chair...
“Aha!” said Fabio. “But in Venice, we drink Spritz all day! And not with Aperol, with Select!” He paused and looked at me seriously: “Never more than five.”
Never wear new shoes to a wine fair. Thank goodness it was Kachi Izukanne’s first Vinitaly. If the pinch of his new white sneakers hadn’t driven him to find a chair...
"In these days, we are my parents and my three sisters. My older sister runs a farm that provide us with vegetables, fruits, jams and so on. The other sisters working together here in the restaurant."
The Triana neighborhood of Sevilla is known for its participation in El Rocío, a yearly event when pilgrims from all over Andalucía travel by foot and oxen-drawn carts to
"In these days, we are my parents and my three sisters. My older sister runs a farm that provide us with vegetables, fruits, jams and so on. The other sisters working together here in the restaurant."
Looking back on the tapas, sherries and cocktails from my favorite bars in Sevilla filled me with a sensation I gradually realized was not hunger, but love.
“Aha!” said Fabio. “But in Venice, we drink Spritz all day! And not with Aperol, with Select!” He paused and looked at me seriously: “Never more than five.”
