WILL WHINY BABY LEAD GEN Z TO WINE UP?
Or is it Yet Another Iteration of Mateus?
BY ALAN GOLDFARB
Sept. 10, 2024
Whenever my grandkids – ages 13/10 – utter something sweet or funny that I think is nevertheless naive, silly, or just plain unclear on the concept, I try and catch myself up. “Did I say things like that when I was their age?” Or, “Was I that naïve and/or was the nuance so elusive that I simply didn’t get it? Likely. Probably. Yes, sure.
Therefore, I introduce this column from my lofty position of age/experience. Subhead: I know everything. Which makes me a Maven or One who thinks he knows everything. Everything there is to know about wine, that is. Likely? Probably? Not a chance.
THE TASTING OF ‘25
Tales from a Speakeasy Somewhere in What Was Once Par-Adise
BY ALAN GOLDFARB
Aug. 19, 2024
“This must be the place. They said the entrance to the cave was behind this forest of huge empty stainless steel fermenters. It’s dark as a back alley on West 45th Street. I have my phone flashlight.”
“Here it is; see that slot on the door?”
“I’m knocking three times, holding for two seconds and then knocking twice.”
“Carlton sent me.”
AT SCOMA’S WITH A WILLAMETTE VALLEY/BURGUNDIAN PRODUCER
A Media Dinner Short on Media
BY ALAN GOLDFARB
Aug. 6, 2024 
The other night I went to a dinner at Scoma’s restaurant on Fisherman’s Wharf in San Francisco to taste some Willamette Valley wines with the winemaker. I’m not sure why I went.
As a wine journalist for more than 35 years, I never accepted an invitation such as this unless there was the possibility of writing about it. Afterall, a writer owes the invitee some kind of recognition if one accepts wine and/or a lunch or dinner. At Scoma’s I tasted Résonance’s wines, and I ate Scoma’s delicious steamed clams, picked crab and carmelized scallops that must’ve cost Résonance’s Burgundian company a bunch o’ Euros.
“THE BEAR” SLEEPS ON WINE
Wine Continues to Be in Hibernation
BY ALAN GOLDFARB
July 8, 2024
They had a chance. And they blew it. Just like the discredited minor league baseball player-cum-somm, all dressed up in a dark suit, who must have been on performance dis-enhancement drugs, muffed it again. I was entranced – just as I am most of the time watching “The Bear” and hoping against hope – that the minor league ballplayer would talk about the wines he was placing on display at the wannabe major league restaurant. Instead, he was listening to a guy, who was telling him he knew who he was when he was playing ball; and before he got drummed out of the game for violating PHD rules.
WE’VE LOST OUR FREAKIN’ MINDS
So, Stop the (Wine) World, I (May) Want to Get Off
By Alan Goldfarb
June 10, 2024 
Item: During WWII, attitudes began to shift in the latter half of the occupation. New Vichy policies forbade the advertising of alcohol and levied heavy taxes.
Item: Some dummkopf wants to ban alcohol on planes saying, “in order to prevent heart attacks.”
Item: 20-somethings think even one drop of alcohol, “is poison”.