Going to Valentino always drives Dale deep into his wine cellar and this time the results were breathtaking. Gaspingly delicious.
Piero chose an Italian white for the first few courses. ‘Very rare. No one has even heard of the maker.’ That was true enough.
It was quite lovely I think but the minute the waiter opened the next bottle I forgot entirely about that white. A 1988 Le Roy Chambertin. You could live on the smell alone.
We finished off, a few hours later, with a 1978 Hermitge. It’s the stuff of dreams.