It's about 10:30 pm and the rain is thrumming on the rooftop here in Valpolicella. Aside from the threat to the grapes, it's hell on the allergies. So boo rain.
By the way, it is now crystal clear that the best way to unearth interesting wine producers -- aside from holding them up at gunpoint on country roads -- is to haunt the regional fairs. You have to show up at Vinitaly...if you don't, you just don't care about Italian wine. But Vinitaly isn't really the place to discover anybody really new. It's like being a baseball talent scout and only hitting the colleges. You need to "develop" the kids from high school.
On that profound note, I retire with a bellyful of nice house Valpolicella from La Bufalina, where I had a terrif pizza and rucola and walnut and pear salad. Ah Campania saves the North. Take that, leghisti!
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