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JAMES BOND'S TASTES:
Casino Royale By John Mariani NEW YORK CORNER
GOTHAM
By John Mariani
GOING AFTER HARRY LIME
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
By John Mariani
NOTES FROM THE WINE CELLAR
A MISCELLANY OF THANKSGIVING WINES By John Mariani
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JAMES
BOND'S TASTES:
CASINO ROYALE
By John
Mariani
After
decades when the James Bond character’s
connoisseurship was always an essential part
of his modus operandi, the producer and
scriptwriters for the entries of the ‘80s
and ‘90s, in which Timothy Dalton, then
Pierce Brosnan played 007, paid little
attention to their hero’s tastes in food and
wine—beyond the obligatory appearance of the
iconic shaken-not-stirred Martini. Bollinger
Champagne continued to get product
placement in Licence
to Kill (1989) and Talisker
10-Year-Old Scotch is featured in Goldeneye
(1995), The
World Is Not Enough (1999) and Die
Another Day (2002), but for the most
part Bond refrains from wining, dining and
making his usual quips in those movies. The re-booting of the character in Casino
Royale (2006), wherein the moody Daniel
Craig took on the role, deliberately indicated
that Bond had yet to develop a worldly,
connoisseurship that might actually help in
his work. As his superior, M, (played by Judy
Dench) tells him, “Any lout can kill
somebody.” A British 00 number needs to be
much more. Casino Royale
was based, fairly closely, on Ian Fleming’s
first Bond novel in 1953, wherein
the rudiments of Bond’s finicky food and drink
preferences were laid out and in which he
concocted the famous vodka-and-Lillet Vesper
Martini, shaken not stirred, naming it after
love interest Vesper Lynde, with whom he dines
while at the Splendide
casino’s Roi Galant nightclub in Monaco
on caviar
with minced onion, grated horseradish and
grated egg; grilled kidneys
with pommes
soufflés and wild strawberries; she
eats rare beef tournedos
with Béarnaise sauce (right). Bond
is there to target a rich Greek named Le
Chiffre at the card table, where they drink Veuve
Cliquot Brut. Bond at first loses badly
but is bankrolled by CIA colleague Felix
Leiter and comes back to beat Le Chiffre,
winning 80 million francs. Afterwards Bond
dines again with Vesper at the Roi Galant on
scrambled eggs and bacon with more Cliquot. Le Chiffre captures 007 and Vesper and
tortures him in his dining room at his villa
named “Les Noctanbules” outside of Royale-les-Eaux (right).
The session is interrupted by a SMERSH agent
who kills Le Chiffre for losing the gambling
money, but leaves Bond and Vesper alive.Bond
recovers in a hospital and, after Vesper tends
him daily, he proposes marriage. But a few
days later she commits suicide, leaving a note
that she’d been a double agent and had helped
Le Chiffre capture Bond. Distraught, Bond vows
vengeance on the entire SMERSH organization. The plot of the first Casino
Royale movie, which had five directors,
and eight writers, was sheer farce, complete
with SMERSH arriving in a flying saucer,
atomic pills and a Keystone Cops-like battle
at Casino
Royale with everyone ending up dead and Bond
ascending to heaven. The film rights had
escaped Harry Saltzman and Albert Broccoli,
the producers of the first Bond movies made
from Fleming’s books, and, by a quirk of
copyrights, was made by Charles Feldman and
Jerry Bresler, into a very silly, only
occasionally funny spy satire in 1967, wherein
there are several James Bonds flitting in and
out, principally David Niven as a retired 007,
as well as Woody Allen and Peter Sellers. But
aside from Niven having a nice dainty afternoon
tea, Bond’s connoisseurship is wholly
missing from the film. The second Casino
Royale movie, made forty years later,
reverted to serious form, at a point when a
young Bond (Daniel Craig)has just earned his
007 status. M sends Bond to Nassau’s Paradise
Island, and meets a corrupt Greek
official named Alex Dimitrios,
from whom he wins the man’s Aston
Martin, a DB5 —the auto company provided
five cars for various stunts and crashes—in
a poker game, seduces his wife Solange and
kills him. Le Chiffre thereupon tortures
Solange to death. Le Chiffre
organizes a Texas hold’em tournament at the
Casino Royale, not in Monte Carlo but in
Montenegro, which was actually filmed at the Grandhotel
Pupp (left). Bond meets Vesper
Lynd onboard a train to Montenegro, where they
dine on a green salad, lamb shishkabab and a
bottle of Château Angélus, a Grande Cu Lasse
Bordeaux largely made from Merlot. At the casino Vesper finds Bond
exhibits poor taste in dinner jackets and has
another sent up. They then go to the casino
tables and Bond orders his famous martini,
shaken, although he does not
use the phrase “shaken, not stirred.” Oddly
enough, and seemingly out of character,
Bond later snaps at a barman who asks if he
wants it shaken, not stirred, “Do I look like
I give a damn?” Bond loses $10 million playing against
Le Chiffre, but, backed by Felix Leiter, wins
it back and more, causing Le Chiffre to kidnap Vesper and
Bond to get the money back, taking them to
an abandoned ship, where he tortures a naked
Bond (beating his testicles) to reveal the
password to the bank account holding the
winnings. A Ugandan named Mr. White (in the
book a member of SPECTRE, but that name was
copyrighted) rescues 007 and kills Le
Chiffre. Bond,
shaken by his experience, resigns from MI6 and
sails to Venice with Vesper. A scene on the
54-foot masted yacht Spirit,
built in the UK, required the boat’s masts to
be taken down to fit under Venice’s canal
bridges. They check into the Hotel
Cipriani (left). But Vesper
betrays him, meeting with SMERSH agents.
Nevertheless Bond attempts to save her from
drowning in a collapsing building at
Campiello del Remer. Still
in shock and recovering from his ordeal, Bond
goes to the Villa
del Balbaniello (right) in Lenno
on Lake Como for recuperation. He then decides
to avenge Vesper by returning to MI6 and
making it his mission to destroy SMERSH,
tracking Mr. White to Villa La
Gaeta in Sant’Abbondio (below).
He shoots White in the leg and pronounces the
famous line, "The name's Bond, James Bond."
Although Bond’s epicurean character finds its
way into many of the post-Fleming Bond novels
written by a number of writers including John
Gardner, Kingsley Amis and Robert Markham, the
cinematic Bond played by Daniel Craig never
again exhibited any degree of
connoisseurship in Quantum
of Solace (2008), Skyfall (2012)—whose
villain offers him a 12-Year-Old Macallan
Scotch—Spectre
(2015) and No Time
to Die (2021), in which 007 does
actually get blown to smithereens in a rocket
attack. What comes next and what
kind of James Bond we may see in the future
may revert to the kind of wit and worldliness
that madeFleming’s character so much richer and
nuanced than the typical spies onscreen these
days. It’s hard to imagine Jason Bourne or
Ethan Hunt giving a damn about whether his
Martini is shaken or stirred.
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NEW YORK CORNER
GOTHAM
12 East 12th Street
212-380-8660
By John Mariani
Upon opening in 1984 Gotham Bar &
Grill was a flop—not because it wasn’t one of
most stunning new restaurants in the city,
with its vast size and ceilings, long bar and
a down-sized Statue of Liberty but because the
food was full of the clichés of the so-called
New American Cuisine movement. After
a
shake-up, however, chef Alfred Portale took over
the kitchen with his own wholly imaginative,
bold cooking and Gotham B&G reemerged among
the top fine non-French-or-Italian dining
establishments in New York. When, after four
decades, Portale left to open his own
restaurant, Gotham again foundered under a chef
whose ideas ran counter to all that the
restaurant’s faithful clientele cherished. Then came Covid, and Gotham B&G’s
doors were shut; many feared they would never
re-open. But, in November 2021, it did reopen,
with new owners under the simpler name Gotham,
with a fresh look by architect James Biber that
built upon the space’s best elements, carefully
modulating the lighting and hanging the walls
with rotating exhibits of contemporary artists’
work. Sadly, Lady Liberty has been mothballed. Managing partner Bret Csencsitz (right),
once an actor and director, had been at Gotham
since 2007, so he knows his clientele. He took
an admitted leap in elevating pastry chef Ron
Paprocki to the role of executive chef after ten
years at Gotham, with Sebastián Cacho as chef de
cuisine. Together they have fashioned a menu
that epitomizes fine dining à la New York that
avoids current clichés and distinguishes Gotham
from its direct competitors. It was also good to see the affable
Daniel Sanon as general manager, formerly at The
Four Seasons until it closed in 2020. (Had that
restaurant had a menu anywhere near as
interesting as Gotham’s, it might still be open
today.) The room itself allows for easy
conversation, and, rather than have intrusive
canned music, the Dal Segño Trio plays smooth
New York jazz on Wednesdays and Saturdays. The house-made
bread and cultured butter ($6) make for a good
start, and for something simple and
straightforward, the Island Creek oysters ($26
for six) with a rice wine vinaigrette and
cocktail sauce do the trick. Velvety and cool is
the kampachi crudo
($28) with a tangy aji dulcegremolata,
lush avocado mousse and cucumber that shows the
balance of Paprocki’s technique. It is wonderful
to still see fresh foie gras (right) on
menus in New York, and Paprocki’s
version, very lightly seared and rosy inside,
takes well to an
apricot mostarda,
walnuts and a sharp-sweet Champagne
gastrique ($48). Fresh cavatelli—a
rather
small portion—got lost under a complex
thatch of mushroom duxelles, pesto
Genovese, marinated tomato and
chanterelles ($29). (First rule of Italian
pasta: stay simple.) Among the entrees is some terrific trout
($46), a fish largely ignored on menus because
the farmed example is often inferior. This, from
Green-Walk hatchery in Bangor, Pennsylvania, had
a perfect, meaty texture and fine flavor,
matched with romano beans, sweet corn, hon
shimeji, smoked vermouth nage—a
dish I would order again and again. Plenty of
lobster meat is incorporated with tender
carnaroli risotto, confit fennel and spicy
mussels paprika ($56), none of which overpower
the lobster’s essential, briny flavor. Too many chefs soak their pork chops far
too long in salty brine, but Paprocki’s Niman
Ranch pork (below) gets the ideal degree
of cooking, so the juiciness and the fatty taste of
this superior product marry well to a salsify
purée, bitter-salty broccoli rabe, crispy
fingerling potatoes and peppercorns ($46). By the way, there is also a substantial
bar menu listing items like Comté-filled
croquettes with aioli, verbena and bonito flakes
($24); duck rillettes with mustard, pickles and
toast ($24); trofiecacio e
pepe ($25), and a cheeseburger with fries
($34). Gotham’s wine list, always one of the
very best in the city, now has more depth and
breadth than ever. Given Paprocki’s background, desserts are
created with the same care and precision as what
precedes them, including flourless chocolate
cake with dark chocolate
and salted almond ice cream ($18); a
delightfully tangy Calamansi lime tart on a
shortbread crust withyogurt
ice cream ($18); “dark passion” of dark
chocolate, crémeux, passion caramel cocoa nib
wafer, passion fruit sorbet ($18)—Csencsitz and Paprocki
also founded their own Gotham Chocolates
company—and an apple tarte Tatin for two with
vanilla ice cream ($35). And so, after fears that we would never
see the likes of Gotham Bar & Grill again, a
new Gotham now carries on at the same level and
with a new spirit wholly expressive of a special
New York sophistication not easy to find outside
the city’s borders. (A good number of gentlemen
were wearing jackets, by the way.) Gotham joins
other restaurants—some, like Gotham, re-cast—of
a civilized mode, like Essential by Christophe
Bellanca, 15 East Tocqueville, Le Coucou and
l’Abeille, whose clientele well knows the
difference between good food and fine dining.
Open for
lunch Tues.-Fri.; Dinner Mon.-Sat.
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GOING AFTER
HARRY LIME
By John
Mariani
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CHAPTER
FORTY-SIX
After learning
that their demise had apparently been prevented
by the Russian agents from Moscow—the one David
wanted to give the finger to at the airport and
the one who never spoke—Katie and David became
almost giddy, slapping each other on the
shoulder and knee, whooping with the sheer joy
of being alive. They momentarily even stopped
wondering where they were being taken, which was
eastward, along highway M1. Not until they saw a
roadside sign reading “WIEN 200 KM” did they
start to believe they were headed to Vienna, but
the driver would not confirm that prospect. “How the hell did our Russian friend and
the other guys know we were at Toth’s?” asked
Katie. “And why the hell did they kidnap him at
the exact moment we were going to get killed off?”
David had never heard Katie use the word “hell”
quite so much. Still
very tired but getting some of his color back, he
said, “I have no idea. We never let the Russians
know we were coming to Budapest. Hell, we didn’t
even
know it until we got back to London and found
Neame’s name on the prescription Philby gave us.”
“It’s absolutely bizarre,” said Katie. “And
why would the Russians care if the two Americans
they threw out of Moscow came to a dead end,
literally and
figuratively?” David yawned and said, “I think I’m on the
mend, but I need some sleep. If I drift off make
sure I’m still alive." “And if you’re not?” “Float me away in the sewers of Vienna.”
Then he dropped quickly off to sleep. Vienna was about two hours’ away. The
driver kept checking his rear view mirror
frequently and the man with the Bizon kept looking
behind them. They had been going at a fast clip
but not enough to be noticed by a highway police
car on watch for speeders. As the Adrenalin drained from her body
Katie herself drifted off to sleep. She slumped
against David and dozed for an hour or more. Upon
awakening she saw a sign reading “WIEN 50 KM.” She
checked David’s breathing, which seemed normal.
Then, for no reason except to seem like everything
was returning to some degree of normalcy, she
applied some lipstick and looked into the rear
view mirror, just as a black car seemed to be
coming up behind the Mercedes. The driver noticed it, too, and signaled
his companion, who turned around then clicked off
the safety on his weapon. The driver sped up a
little and it was obvious that the other car, a
BMW, was accelerating fast to catch up with them.
The driver told Katie to get down below the rear
window line. Katie shook David awake and told him what
was happening. “Who do you think they are?” he asked the
driver, “Do Hungarian police drive BMWs?” He got
no response. David figured that if it were a
police car, it would have set off its lights and
siren by now. The driver spoke very clearly and
deliberately to the man with the Bizon, keeping a
steady speed, wanting the BMW to get within a
certain range.Then he saw the right window open and a man
sighting a pistol on the Mercedes. The driver
pushed the Mercedes into fifth and crushed the gas
pedal to the floor, jolting the Americans hunkered
down in the back.The car shot forward, straight as an arrow,
leaving the BMW behind for only a few seconds.
Then it was gaining on them again. With forty
kilometers to go, the driver knew this was a race
he might not win.Then the pistol cracked behind them four
times. Two bullets hit the car, one snapping off
the driver’s side view mirror, the other
puncturing the trunk. The driver gave an
order to the other man, who turned and shot a
fusillade of bullets at the BMW.At a
range of fifty yards the Bizon was not as
effective as it would be closer to the car, and
the driver of the BMW must have known it, for he
kept that distance, revving up so his man could
fire then braking, downshifting and dropping back
to lessen the chances of being hit. Another bullet clanged into the trunk, then
one through the rear window, scattering glass into
the car and onto the Americans. The driver shouted
in English, “Hold on!” The Americans braced
themselves as best they could in the cramped space
behind the front seats. The driver dropped the Mercedes into fourth
gear, then third, slowing it down so as to force
the BMW to within twenty yards of their rear.Then the
other man whipped the Bizon around and let go a
ten-second blast, seeing his bullets were hitting
the front of the car and windshield.The BMW
swerved violently to the right, then left, then
zigzagged again and drove off the side of the
highway into an open field. Either the engine or
steering mechanism had been shot out.The car
was smoking but not on fire. As the Mercedes sped up again, the four
inside could see the two men in the BMW get out of
the car and move away from it. “Jesus Christ!” said David, “This is the
first time we almost got killed twice in one day!”Katie
punched him in the arm. “Hey,
that’s where I got the injections!” The Mercedes didn’t slow down by much, and
the driver was now on the phone speaking to some
authority. Owing to the length of the driver’s
conversation, David began to think that maybe
their rescuers were actually the Hungarian police,
probably federal, and that the driver had just
called his colleagues to go round up the men in
the BMW. The remaining miles ticked away and within
minutes they were in sight of the security
checkpoint between Hungary and Austria.The
Mercedes slowed down and drove off to the side,
where several men in security uniforms were
assembled.The
driver turned to the Americans and said, “Please,
stay in the car.” He then proceeded to speak at
length to the security men, which went on for at
least ten minutes. Katie
and David could see that a car with Austrian
colors of red, white and blue was pulling up, a VW
SUV.Two
officers got out and began speaking with the
Hungarians.Another,
endless ten minutes went by, then the Mercedes
driver came over to the car, opened the door and
said, “Welcome to Austria. These men will take you
to Vienna.” He handed back Katie and David’s
passports. Without another word, he summoned his
assistant, who was surveying the damage to the
car, and the two turned around and drove back into
Hungary without saying goodbye. Two Austrian officers—both spoke perfect
English—were far more forthcoming, telling the
Americans they would be in Vienna shortly and that
a doctor would arrive to meet David to check him
out. In the SUV the Austrians offered the
Americans bottled water and said, “I’m sure you
have many, many questions, and I would like to
answer them, but I have been told only to take you
to Vienna and everything will be explained there.” Katie looked at David and said, “I hope
you’re feeling better. I’d hate to tour Vienna all
by myself.” “If I can get a beer into me,” David
replied, “I think I’ll be raring to go.” “Maybe you should mix it with a little
barley malt vinegar.” In fact, David was
feeling quite well, still a little tired but the
effects of the drug seemed to have dissipated. His
mind had stopped racing and, at least for the
moment, he was just happy to be alive and very
happy to be with Katie.
The
disparate sweet, sour, meaty, vegetal flavors of
Thanksgiving dinner, from the turkey to the
cranberry sauce, makes choosing a wine ironically
easy. There are actually few wrong choices, although
a big, tannic California Cabernet Sauvignon, or
ultra-expensive white Burgundy, doesn’t make much
sense unless you have avid wine lovers at the table.
So here’s a variety of wines with satisfying flavors
that will complement a turkey dinner for both the
connoisseur and the guy who likes a glass now and
then.
JOSH CELLARS
CABERNET SAUVIGNON ($17.99)—You won’t find better
quality Cabernet Sauvignon at this price, from Josh
Cellars, whose founder, Joseph Carr, started in 2005,
selling wine from the back of his truck. He sells 11
varietals today, overseen by winemaker Wayne
Donaldson. Because it is so fruit forward, with just a
little toastiness from oak, it goes well with so many
meats and poultry, comparable to Cabs three times its
price.
BOUCHAINE ESTATE PINOT NOIR 2021
($40)—Founded in 1983, Bouchaine
stands as the oldest continuously family-run estate
in the Carneros AVA, where the San Pablo Bay’s foggy
mornings temper the Northern California heat. The
2021 vintage, according to Bouchaine president and
winemaker Chris Kajani, was “neither too cold nor
too hot, but with the challenge of a multi-year
drought. This led to small, concentrated berries at
harvest. Moderate summer weather ensured a gradual,
even ripening process.”Shesed
seven clones from various vineyard blocks to create
the superb layers of flavor in the bottle, and its
acid keeps it fresh and lively beneath the velvety
fruit.
FIDDLEHEAD PINOT NOIR SEVEN TWENTY EIGHT
($46)—Chicagoan Kathy
Joseph, with degrees in microbiology and
biochemistry,applied
her knowledge—and very little funds—to Fiddlehead
Cellars in Lompoc, California, as of 1989, becoming
“head fiddle,” that is, head honcho, in her
vineyards in the Willamette Valley, Santa Ynez and
Santa Rita Hills, whence comes this charming,
well-structured Pinot Noir with slight woodsy notes,
earthiness and softness on the palate and an applaudable 13.7% alcohol.
LE SERRE NUOVE DELL’ORNELLAIA2020
($82)—From the great Tuscan estate of Ornellaia comes
this second label, to be drunk earlier. Yet, it has
all the qualities that distinguish the estate under
director Axel Heinz. Winemaker Olga Fusari uses the
same varietals in a blend of 44% Merlot, 30% Cabernet
Sauvignon, 13% Cabernet Franc and 13% Petit Verdot in
a Bordeaux Italian-style, with 14.5% alcohol that does
not feel too heady. The grapes were hand-picked, with
each parcel separately vinified and fermented in both
stainless steel and concrete vats followed by a
two-week maceration to give color and body then racked
into barrique for 12 months before blending, spending
24 months total aging.
ATTEMS TREBES
RIBOLLA GIALLA COLLIO 2021 ($36)—Owned by the
Frescobaldi family since 2000, Attems was
established in 1964 by Count Douglas Attems, whose
goal was to make this white Friulian varietal from
northern Italy better known by giving it more body
and aromatics from vineyards in
the Lucinico area of Collio Goriziano from sandstone
soil called ponca.
Vinification is by the old "alzata di
cappello" ("raising the cap") process whereby
after two days at 15 °C, the weak fermentation
naturally pushes the skins up to the top of the
tank; it is then separated and fermented in 20 hl
acacia barrels; ten percent underwent malolactic
fermentation, yielding a wine at 13% alcohol with a
lovely balance of citric acid, minerality and faint
sweetness.
CHARLES HEINTZ WAYPOINT
HEINTZ CHARDONNAY ($60)—At this price, I’d save this
for friends who truly love wine and appreciate how
good a well-made Sonoma Coast Chardonnay can be. This
is from Russian River Valley, where tropical flavors
vie with acidity that keeps it from being cloying or
too oaky. Winemakers Matt Sands and Philippe Melka aim
for nuance and medium body, making this a fine white
with turkey as well as mushrooms, seafood and mild
cheeses.
MT BRAVE MERLOT 2019($95)—Again,
at this price, not everyone will appreciate the
refinement of this Merlot from Mt. Veeder, whose underpinning
of a seabed’s mineral-rich soils and cooler climate
make this Merlot multi-dimensional with a delectably
long finish. From winemaker Christ Carpenter, who
established the Mt. Brave project in 2007, the berry
flavors have concentration, not too tannic, and
quite ripe for this vintage.
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make you hungry for Italian food
and arouse your appetite for
gastronomical history."--Don
Oldenburg, USA Today.
"Italian
restaurants--some good, some glitzy--far
outnumber their French rivals. Many of
these establishments are zestfully described
in How Italian Food Conquered the World, an
entertaining and fact-filled chronicle by
food-and-wine correspondent John F.
Mariani."--Aram Bakshian Jr., Wall Street
Journal.
"Mariani
admirably dishes out the story of
Italy’s remarkable global ascent
to virtual culinary
hegemony....Like a chef gladly
divulging a cherished family
recipe, Mariani’s book reveals the
secret sauce about how Italy’s
cuisine put gusto in gusto!"--David
Lincoln Ross,
thedailybeast.com
"Equal parts
history, sociology, gastronomy, and just
plain fun, How Italian Food Conquered the
World tells the captivating and delicious
story of the (let's face it) everybody's
favorite cuisine with clarity, verve and
more than one surprise."--Colman Andrews,
editorial director of The Daily
Meal.com.
"A fantastic and fascinating
read, covering everything from the influence
of Venice's spice trade to the impact of
Italian immigrants in America and the
evolution of alta cucina. This book will
serve as a terrific resource to anyone
interested in the real story of Italian
food."--Mary Ann Esposito, host of PBS-TV's
Ciao
Italia.
"John Mariani has written the
definitive history of how Italians won their
way into our hearts, minds, and
stomachs. It's a story of pleasure over
pomp and taste over technique."--Danny Meyer,
owner of NYC restaurants Union Square
Cafe, The Modern, and Maialino.
MARIANI'S VIRTUAL GOURMET
NEWSLETTER is published weekly. Publisher: John Mariani. Editor: Walter Bagley. Contributing Writers: Christopher
Mariani, Misha Mariani, John A. Curtas, Gerry Dawes, Geoff Kalish.
Contributing
Photographer: Galina Dargery. Technical
Advisor: Gerry
McLoughlin.