They have a knack for making simple things very tasty including superb salads, whether they be simple or complex, always perfect in texture and dressed just right - crispy, tangy, wholesome little masterpieces that are better than any I've had in restaurants anywhere in years and years. The other day's (a few weeks ago, in fact....) was no exception, the crispy lettuce matching the tasty slivers of cheese and rounded off by the little sweet baby tomatoes, light and scrummy. It is their approach to food in general that defines these evenings: good ingredients treated with understanding, care and respect to make food that is enjoyable in every way.

'What about the wine' I hear you ask, exasperated that I have mentioned nothing, but am already in my fourth paragraph; well, it went like this:
1. Sancerre Caillottes 2012 from Francois Cotat, a relative youngster compared to the previous wine of his we tried and from young vines, this had a lovely bold, complex Sauvignon Blanc nose which stoked expectations, was immediately attractive on the palate but faded quickly, an extra-gluggable textbook Sancerre, not a grand wine. Very pleasant indeed.

Ordinary Jura wines, the whites especially, have now been 'discovered' by a wider audience and thus gained in popularity in recent years, affecting prices, but the area remains delightfully traditional and old-fashioned, the people rustic and conservative, no 'designer label' nonsense here. Long may it remain so, at least in my lifetime! And while the rising prices are a disappointment for long-time fans, they do ensure that growers here can make a living producing their little masterpieces, thus securing a future for Jura wines and the people for whom they are a labour of love.

4. The last table wine of the night - off your high horse, chaps, there were six of us for four bottles! - alas had no label, but was a blast from my not so recent past: Luis Pato Bairrada red 1985. Luis Pato (translates to Louis Duck, hence his use of ducks on his labels...), now justly one of the most revered winemakers in Portugal was just starting on his journey as a winemaker in his own right when, in the spring of 1986, I, guided by my subsequent business partner Antonio Lopes Vieira (Portuguese wine writer and university professor), visited his establishment. The 1985 was Luis' first vintage as a full-time winemaker and his first experiment with barrel ageing, as in Bairrada tradition the reds were never aged in wood, and the first vintage he made under his own name (1980) was aged in concrete - it was an impressively tannic, powerful, purple wine. For the 1985 vintage Luis had made two small barrels of the stuff as a tentative experiment; tasting from cask samples we bought the lot on the spot! The bottle showed surprisingly well, still alive and kicking, still balanced (1985 was an excellent vintage in the north of Portugal), a discreet herby, slightly musty nose leading to an aged but ripe palate, still with some complexity, still with some character and with a good, if not overly long, finish. Wow.

I met up with Luis again in London at a Portuguese wine tasting a year or two ago and we reminisced about the past and my then company (Wineforce), which had briefly taken the UK market by storm selling top quality Portuguese wine from small estates, before the recession of the late 1980s hit us and, eventually, killed us off. I also had an opportunity to taste his sparkling wine, now at last as good as many champagnes and by far the best Portuguese sparkler I've tasted.
I finished the evening with a sip of the Brazilian national obsession - cachaca, pronounced cashassa), a fermented sugarcane drink very popular for mixing or drinking straight. Ours was the dark cachaca, aged in wood by a company called Ypioca. I wish I could tell you about its artisanal background, but this is now big business and owned by global giant DIAGEO. Ypioca apparently own the largest wooden barrel in the world, capable of holding three hundred and seventy four thousand litres, a weird claim to fame in my book. Our drink in the glass was a golden colour (hence ouro on the label) and similar to an aged grappa in characteristics, a tad crude for me but still a pleasant and educational way to end the evening. Hopefully it aided the digestion as well...
Now before the more knowledgable among you, dear readers, start complaining, I am aware that these were not unknown wines from producers no-one has ever heard of. They are not, however, big brands or wines that capture headlines left, right and centre; rather, they are wines known within the enthusiast community and not fashion icons or 'investment' fodder. They are products to love and drink rather than hoard and show off. In honour of these lovely bottles - and the many, many others still to be tasted - I promise to include better, more detailed tasting notes in future.
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