Arrivederci

James writes:

Ciao! We're off to Piedmont in northern Italy on my honeymoon. Look for travel reports in the space from time to time.

Dara and I have have taken nearly a year since getting hitched to plan the trip. We've solicited some excellent advice. TNC's own Marco Grassi, who is an Old-Master restorer, helped with our itinerary. Tom Matthews, the executive editor Wine Specatator magazine, has put us in contact with the director of one of the most famous cooperative wineries in the world, Produttori del Barbaresco. (Dara has a keen interest in food culture--she starts as an editor at Commentary when we get back. I bring art, architecture, and wine to the mix.)

Why here? Because Piedmont—the city of Turin, and the wine region of Asti-Alba—has often been overlooked in favor of the foods of Emilia-Romana and sights of Tuscany. But there is renewed interest in this region. The Slow Food movement began in Piedmont, and the area now attracts foodies and agro-tourists. Piedmont features what I believe to be the best regional cuisine in Italy (specializing in white truffles, in stews, veal, and offal, and in hazelnut chocolate). Once the seat of power for the House of Savoy, Turin also boasts some of the best examples of baroque architecture in the world (Guarino Guarini and Filippo Juvarra worked here as court architects). Finally, there is the wine. Barolo and Barbaresco, the king and queen of Nebbiolo, are produced in the Langhe of Piedmont, as are the better Barberas and Moscatos.

We start in Milan, then Turin, then we stay for a week in the wine region of Asti-Alba, where we have dinner plans at some noted regional restaurants (Guido’s, LaLibera, Antine, I Bologna). We finish off outside Piedmont—first at a rustic inn on Lago D’Iseo, then with a stop-over in Venice for the start of the Biennale before flying home from Milan.

If you want to learn more about the region, here have been some good articles on Piedmont recently—by Frank Bruni, Mimi Sheraton, and Matt and Ted Lee.

Finally, in a couple weeks, look for my own report on the Venice Biennale. I will be reporting from Venice for The Wall Street Journal.

Arrivederci!

My father's stroke: return to Block Island

James writes:

Dad's 75th birthday weekend

Today, May 7, my dad turns 75.

Over last weekend, Dara and I traveled with my father to Block Island for a brief visit to celebrate this special occasion. My father and I organized a small party with Island friends. This was the first time my dad has been to the Island since his stroke. Great weather, and great friends: It was a wonderful homecoming for him.

Tanoreen

Dara writes:

Today it is practically Hurricane Gloria here in New York, so James and I are lucky that we did our driving yesterday. Specifically, we drove to an art opening on Staten Island, where I have not been for decades. I cannot drive over the towering Verazzano-Narrows Bridge without thinking of the suicide scene from Saturday Night Fever. Back in the day I loved John Travolta so. Now, not so much.

Anyway, after the opening, we got on the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway and exited at the Brooklyn neighborhood Bay Ridge. On 3rd Ave in Bay Ridge is a fantastic Middle Eastern joint named Tanoreen. From Staten Island, Bay Ridge is not hard to reach. From Manhattan, it is the third to last stop on the R train. A trek. The food was fabulous.

Our appetizers of tahini-rich and parsley-laced (I am a fiend for parsley) hummus and sauteed fava and green beens filled us so that we had essentially to cart home our entrees. The homemade lemonade with "secret" ingredients--tamarind, for one--quenched our thirst as alcohol wouldn't (the restaurant does not yet have a liquor license, but you can bring your own bottles of wine).

I ordered baby squash stuffed with ground lamb in a yogurt mint sauce with rice with vermicelli. James got kibbie balls with little doughy lamb pastries in a yogurt sauce with vermicelli rice. I read in my Claudia Roden Middle Eastern cookbook that the broken vermicelli in rice is a typical Arab dish and that the vermicelli stand for prosperity. Delicious.

Oooh, the meals were so fragrant with nutmeg, mint, and garlic. When we re-heated the dishes today there was hardly any oil. The ingredients were quite fine, and everything tasted just as good as last night.

Tanoreen doesn't take reservations for parties of two. We waited from 8:15-9pm sipping Guinness at the Irish pub down the block.