Okay… so technically our neighbors didn’t betray us. It just feels that way.
By any conservative measurement, we (my family at “Chateau Dude,” that is) have the greatest neighbors on the face of the planet. Correction: had. Our neighbors are moving away from us, those backstabbers!
Okay… so technically they’re not backstabbers, and we’re just fiercely disappointed that they will be moving to the Midwest, where an impossible-to-pass-up dream job opportunity awaits their primary bread-winner. These are people who we see nearly every day, and enjoy seeing nearly every day. Think about that for a second, and just how rare that situation is in our modern lives. Hell, some people never even see their neighbors or learn their names… And the number of significant disagreements we’ve had as neighbors over the last several years? Just about Zero.
When Stephanie and Natalie moved in next door, I was floored at how cool they were. It got to the point where even I was tired of hearing about how cool I thought they were. And for a few short weeks initially after the moved in, I deliberately avoided long spans of contact with them so they wouldn’t think I was some weirdo stalker type (I’m weird, just not stalker-weird). Over the years, we’ve shared a lot more than each others’ power tools – there have been dinners, great conversations, big parties, small parties, shoveling driveways after blizzards, and countless beers consumed together on our porches and decks. Most significantly, though, we’ve supported and cheered each other on through the early stages of parenthood, and our kids (who are about the same age) play together often, having so far known each other their entire short little lives.
So when you head out to dinner to celebrate a major life milestone with people like that, what do you pop open to celebrate? Even if they’re betraying you, I mean…
Natalie (the one chasing her dream job), has a French mother, and friends who make Champagne at a cooperative in Epernay, so I was for sure going to raid the French bubbly section of the sample pool. She’s also a fan of good California Petite Sirah, so some of that from the sample pool was in order, too, but off-the-beaten-path type of in order (sorry, Napa).
So… here’s what we drank to celebrate. Though part of me (the superficial part, which still has a lot more grip on my personality than I’d care to admit) is just so freakin’… bummed out about losing our neighbors, the more matured part of me is just so damn thankful to have had the time with them in the first place, and realizes that we’re only really losing something that doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of our relationship, which is convenient proximity to these awesome people.
Okay… enough of the sappy stuff, on to the drinking!
NV Pascal Redon Cuvee Diaphane Blanc de Blancs (Champagne)
There are plenty of everyday bubbly options out there to help turn ordinary events into mini-celebrations (single guys, here’s a HUGE tip for you: always, always, ALWAYS have two things ready to roll in your bachelor pad: a pair of flip-flops in case your high-heeled guest end up staying the night, and a bottle of inexpensive bubbles chilled in the fridge). There are far fewer bubblies that can match up to life-changing events. Grower Champagne can be pretty special in that regard, especially since a lot of it, made in achingly small quantities, can be so damn, achingly good. Such is the case with this wine, which is available via Fat Cork, a small Seattle business run by husband-and-wife team Bryan and Abigail Maletis. The only thing they do is import grower Champagne, and if this selection is any indication then they are doing a damn good job of it. The Redon Cuvee Diaphane Blanc de Blancs is made, fittingly enough, by another husband-and-wife team, Pascal and Pascale (really? does it have to be that cute?) Redon, from five hectares of vineyards in Trépail (near the Reims Mountain). All Chardonnay, and all good – it’s toasty to start and then BOOM!, apples, apples, apples, like five different kinds of apples, and then mushrooms and earthiness, but with great minerality, like you’re hiking through the woods and crossing a rocky stream on a sunny day, but there’s so much elegance and balance between effervescence and substance that it’s also kind of like running into Audrey Hepburn in the middle of your hike.
2007 Twisted Oak Petite Sirah (Calaveras County)
“El Jefe” Jeff Stai is probably equally known for his humorous winery blog as he is for his wines, though the blog seems to have taken a back seat to the winemaking recently. Self-described as “merely huge!” this is a wine that delivers a lot of aromatic complexity and food-friendliness for a PS, with dark fruit and even some tar making an appearance. The highlights, though, are the coffee aromas and how well-integrated they are – another crowd-pleasing effort from a team that seems to have the ability to make very, very enjoyable, crowd-pleasing vino firmly entrenched in its DNA.
18 thoughts on “What We Drank When Our Neighbors Betrayed Us”
I feel for you. Tough sledding. I have great neighbours too, and I don't know what I'd do if they moved away.
Thanks, Kennedy. You are not doing much to suppress the shallow side of me and bolster a more mature response from me about this, but thanks. ;-)
Wouldn't dream of it, I Iike to think I am equally shallow when I don't get my way (but, ahem, in a charming roguish kind of way). And when it comes to maturity, I am not one to throw stones at glass houses. Lol. All the best.
Kennedy – :) I like the charming angle, gonna use that one in self defense of my shallowness at some point…
Oh bummer. That's terrible. Hopefully you will get some amazing new neighbors with kids who are also the same age. That is lucky though. I usually hide from my neighbors!
Thanks, Kristi. I might contemplate selling my soul to satan to up our chances… :)
Thank you for enjoying one of our Champagne selections and writing about the experience. It sucks that your cool neighbors are moving away, but we are happy that you shared some great wine with them to highlight the friendship that developed. That is why we started Fat Cork, to provide a tool that helps people celebrate everyday occasions. We always say that you shouldn't wait for a special occasion to open a bottle of Champagne, but instead open a bottle to make the occasion special. Maybe you should open another grower Champagne when your new neighbors move in next door?
Cheers! -Bryan & Abby
Bryan / Abby – Hell, when they are that good I would open them to celebrate the fact that I successfully took out the trash… :)
And we loved that Fat Cork yumminess, guys! :D
<sniff> <wipe> Stop Dude, stop! You are killing me! What can I say, we are going to miss Chateau Dude more than words can describe! I'm gonna miss the Twitter Tasting Lives, the great dinners on your porch and treks down to see live music with our families! We need to have a BBQ this weekend to pack in more memories! What wine you bringing?!?!
Sniffle… No more wine for you, traitor!!! Ok, okay… I am sure I can come with a bottle, or seventeen! :-)
Love the bachelor pad tip…flip flops and bubbly indeed :)
Came over to see the new canine addition to "Chateau Dude" but can't find it. Help!
Vinogirl – :) Here's one: https://www.1winedude.com/index.php/2011/04/25/wel…
Joe – thanks for the post. Love and hugs from through the hedge. You could pass another bottle of that Fat Cork too, if you want! We miss you guys already. :( First showings on the house were today. We gave them the resident requirements from you and Mrs. Dudette, hopefully they'll have some luck finding a match!
There will be no replacing you guys, Nat!
Lordy, that's one big pooch! How's he doing now?
@vinogirl – yeah, he is big oaf. He is coming along. Still dealing with sep anxiety but he is much healthier now.
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