The annual Tre Bicchieri tasting was at the Puck Building on Monday afternoon, and as I do every year, I hied my way over to it, feeling the usual uneasy mix of the anticipation of tasting the wines combined with the dread of facing the thronging hordes of people jammed into the (every year) wildly overheated room. It really is the least pleasant way to taste wine—that is to say, sweating to death while trying to avoid getting spilled (or spat) on by an ever-drunker congregation of Italian wine-o-philes. But whatever. All for the good of the cause.
As usual, I managed to taste only about a tenth, at best, of the wines being poured (which were this year's winners of the "tre bicchieri" accolade bestowed by the Italian wine and food magazine Gambero Rosso). Some highlights—two of which I've now determined aren't even in the country, annoyingly enough—are as follows: