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So a buddy of mine decided to round up a bunch of friends and family to pool together enough money to create a barrel of wine. And how does one make a barrel of wine? Well for those of us who don't own a vineyard or winery a company called Crushpad in San Francisco is the answer. Since Crushpad does a minimum order of 1 barrel and there are appx 25 cases of wine to a barrel, all you need is 25 friends willing to buy in for a case of wine and you are good to go. The experts at Crushpad will help you thru every stage of the process, from learning about what style of wine you're trying to create to the finishing label and corks, they have the staff on hand to take care of your every need. I recently got the opportunity to tour the Crushpad ...

Fond memories of The Village Idiot

This week’s New Yorker magazine features a profile of Fred Franzia, the owner of Bronco Wine Co., which makes the Charles Shaw (Two Buck Chuck) wine sold at Trader Joe’s. The article isn’t anything new; just about every profile of Franzia has shown him to be as smart as he is crude and gruff. One minute he’s making a sound, tactical and likely-to-be-wildly-profitable business decision, and the next he’s laughing hysterically about an owl potentially shitting on the journalist. And, of course, the article is sprinkled with the voices of other winemakers and wine experts such as Karen MacNeil, who make no secret of their feelings about Franzia. To say they hate him is putting it mildly. There are two reasons why. The first is that Franzia isn’t selling snake oil, like they are. He’s just selling wine. The second is that Franzia is the most successful version of the ...

I would like to use this blog to let friends,tell friends their new/old favorite song, artist, group etc. Hopefully we can all expand our musical palate and get introduced to some great (sometimes shitty) tunes. No genre is out of bounds. The world is your play list.

I was walking by Cipriani last night here in Manhattan. This one happens to be the SoHo location. There's outdoor seating outside the entrance and it spills into the sidewalk, right on West Broadway which is a HORRIBLE and CROWDED street, but that is a topic for another day. Anyway, at all hours, there is always a huge conglomeration of absolute douche and tools in front of the restaurant. DOUCHE. No, you're not getting it. Think of the biggest toolbag you know. Now give this toolbag a lot of money and an underdeveloped palate. Give this toolbag really bad cologne/perfume. If he's a dude, he gets a navy blazer and shirt buttoned down to there. If she's a lady, she has insensible footwear. Now imagine this toolbag in front of Cipriani. Now imagine a yellow (yellow!) Ferrari parked in front. Now think of this toolbag clicking on and off the ...

Well, after a long grind, RestaurantMafia is finally a reality...

As a rule, I'm against Web articles about cakes, but this one is pretty cool. <a href="http://www.greatwhitesnark.com/2009/04/21/jabba-hutt-cake-green-slimy/">Jabba the Cake</a>

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