BudBurst

I have been spending time at the coal face of the wine trade over the past couple of years and the months have just flown past. I see though that y'all are still here so here we go again. To kick us off gently here is a picture of my local on Broadway Market in Hackney. Friendly place with exotic youths. Spent a happy afternoon there with an old friend and an unspecified quantity of Pinot Blanc. Really lovely, floral but restrained aromatics, great weight in the mouth without sacrificing any freshness. It did make me phone my boyfriend SEVERAL times over the next few hours, as he reminded me the next day, but then he had gone to Paris without me so what did he expect?

Why are people so desperate to project/partake in a gambolling through olive groves in a see through Alice Temperley kaftan, Tuscan-villa ownership fantasy, that they are willing to drink the Pinot Grigio Piss Du Jour instead of all the wonderful alternatives there are out there? I know you know, just please tell everyone else you know to stop drinking it.

My folks came down to London and took me to a fantastic South Indian restaurant in the non-salubrious, but authentic, district of East Ham for Sunday lunch. Notes in TasteBudBurst on the right.