My F&W
quick save (...)

How I Overcame My Wine-List Phobia

Author Phoebe Damrosch, a former restaurant server, tells how she became wine-confident with the help of her sommelier boyfriend—and a few easy rules.

Normal parents might get anxious when their college-educated daughter begins waiting tables. But my family is food-obsessed: When one of us mentions having dinner with a friend, the first question is not, “How is she?” but “Where did you go?” followed by, “What did you have?” Also, I wasn’t waiting just any tables: I was working at the world-renowned Per Se restaurant in Manhattan to pay my way through graduate school. When management offered me a promotion from back server to captain, I was delighted about the raise, which would help fund my next semester. But there was one caveat: Because I would now be selling and serving wine, my bosses at Per Se decided something had to be done about my deplorable enological knowledge. Apparently, when guests pay $275 for a nine-course tasting menu, they expect their captain to be able to describe wines as something other than “dry.”

Enter André Mack, a Per Se sommelier. He was asked to advise me on tricky wine pairings and school me in arcana like the legality of Burgundian estate planning.

One day, André and I agreed to meet at a biodynamic wine tasting. He tried to teach me about viticulture, but we ended up just chatting by the cheese table. Within weeks, our relationship moved from professional to personal. The romance was the worst thing that could have happened to our tutorials. Soon, they went something like this:

“Let me tell you about this wine. It’s made by this guy, Wells Guthrie…”

“Yeah, yeah. Just open the bottle.”

My wine knowledge remained terrible, and André hovered by me at Per Se at all times, which suited us just fine.

It did not, however, suit the other captains. They were happy to come in on their days off for Per Se’s regular staff wine classes. But they did not appreciate opening every bottle in their stations while André lingered in my section, pouring chocolate milk from a martini shaker for a child.

When a guest wanted advice about what to drink with the lamb, I knew enough to recommend a Bordeaux, a Rhône or maybe an Australian Shiraz—all from places where people traditionally eat a lot of lamb. But that’s as far as I got; there were pages of these wines on Per Se’s list, from producers of all styles, from decades of vintages.

“You’re in luck,” I boasted to my customers, beckoning André over. “We have an expert in our midst.”

When he later accused me of “pimping” him, I explained, “I’m just doing what’s best for the guest.”

“What’s best for the guest would be for you to crack open a book,” he retorted.

Every so often, André would have a day off when I was scheduled to work. If no one would trade shifts with me, I had two coping mechanisms. First, the Scheherazade approach: Keep the on-duty sommelier in my section using charm and intellect. Second, my go-to wines: a handful of selections I had tasted more than once, ones I noticed my coworkers commonly recommended. I often started with Pierre Gimonnet & Fils, a grower Champagne (“farmer fizz,” André called it, as opposed to sparkling wines made on a larger scale) that went well with the caviar on the tasting menu. The Zind-Humbrecht Zind, a rich blend of Chardonnay and Auxerrois, paired nicely with both delicate fish and rich lobster. For a red, I often suggested a Moccagatta Barbaresco, an earthy Italian wine that complemented lighter meats like pork and quail, but also stood up to beef.

After 18 months at Per Se, I had saved enough money to pay for my degree and learned enough about food to eat well for life. With a vague sense of defeat, I quit my job and left the leather-bound wine list in more capable hands.

But the experience haunted me. Every time I reconnected at a restaurant with my nine-to-five friends, whom I hadn’t seen in months, they would beg me to order the wine for the table. On one such occasion, the sommelier strode over. Had we made a selection? I froze.

“Do you like red wines or white wines?” He asked me slowly, with raised eyebrows and wide eyes, as if I were very young or dim-witted. And then it hit me. I had just been pegged as a Chardonnay-with-ice drinker. This would not do.

“Give me a minute,” I said, grabbing the list. I had ordered smoked fish and my friend a salad with vinaigrette, which meant the ideal pairing would be a high-acid, low-oak white. Scanning the whites, I happened to recognize a few of the producers—Marcel Deiss, Albert Boxler—and settled on J.J. Prüm Kabinett Riesling. When I got to the reds, one jumped out at me: the Movia Veliko Rosso, a biodynamic Slovenian wine that’s a blend of Merlot, Pinot Nero and Cabernet Sauvignon. We served Movia’s Ribolla at Per Se.

I ordered the Riesling and got the standard “excellent choice,” but when I ordered the Movia, the sommelier hesitated. “Have you had the Movia before?” he asked.

Having closely observed sommeliers in their natural habitat, I recognized his behavior. This unusual wine was the sommelier’s little pet. He wanted it to go to a good home and be appropriately adored.

When the Movia was poured, and I swirled and stuck my nose halfway into the glass, the sommelier asked, “Are you in the business?”

I had to laugh. The irony was that I had none of this confidence when I was in the business. I had been so paralyzed by how much I didn’t know that I hadn’t allowed myself to use the vast knowledge I’d absorbed. It might have been a simple case of perfectionism: If I didn’t know everything, then I didn’t know anything. Or maybe it was good old-fashioned insecurity—who was I to sell a $2,000 bottle I had never tasted from a region I had never visited?

Whatever the reason, I’ve since relaxed into my role of amateur aficionado. I admit that there are some aspects of wine I will never fully grasp. But I have come to appreciate what I learned at Per Se, and in my after-hours tastings with André (whom I’ve since married). I know what I like, and I have developed a few strategies.

First, I often start with sparkling wine. Champagne is the ultimate aperitif, in part because the high acid and bubbles wake up the taste buds. Depending on who’s picking up the check, I might try a less expensive cava instead.

When pairing wines with food, I remember something André once told me: If it grows together, it goes together. For example, whites from the Spanish coast, such as Albariño, work well with seafood.

At restaurants, I always check the wine list for half-bottles. I often want to start a meal with a white wine, to go with a salad or light soup. But if I order a heavier, meatier entrée, I might want to move to a red. It can be more cost-effective to order half-bottles instead of glasses, and they give me a chance to experience wines that I might not be able to afford in full bottles.

Some of my favorite wines are off-dry whites, like Auslese Riesling, Gewürztraminer, Tokay and Scheurebe. Some people find them too sweet early in the meal, so at Per Se we frequently served them with cheese, a pairing I find to be a sweet and savory alternative to dessert.

Finally, I ask for help. If I don’t know any of the names on the list, I make specific requests based on my preferences: for example, an Old World, light red under $80.

And if all else fails and my waiter suggests a nice “dry” wine, I send a text message to André under the table.

Phoebe Damrosch, the author of Service Included: Four-Star Secrets of an Eavesdropping Waiter, is a writer in Manhattan.

Published April 2008
YOU MIGHT ALSO LIKE

Comments

Add A Comment

    Add a Comment

    See our terms
    You must be logged in to comment. or
    advertisement
    The Dish
    Receive delicious recipes and smart wine advice 4x per week in this e-newsletter.
    The Wine List Weekly pairing plus best bottles to buy.
    F&W Daily One sensational dish served fresh every day.
    advertisement

    Tune in on Wednesdays at 10PM ET for Top Chef: Boston, the 12th season of Bravo's Emmy-Award winning, hit reality series.

    Already looking forward to next year (June 19-21, 2015)? Relive your favorite moments from the culinary world's most sensational weekend in the Rocky Mountains.