As a kid, I shared a bedroom with two brothers and my sister. The room cluttered quickly so mom was always on us to pick up our clothes and toys and books and shoes and everything else one would imagine piling up. Being pulled away from my favorite cartoons (Thundercats Ho!) to clean my room was certain torture. My brother endured the same agony. 

I don't know whose idea it was. Maybe that magical blanket was already on the floor, stretched out beneath the rubble. But the universe spoke to us one Saturday morning. Why not just pile the entire mess in the center of the blanket and wrap it up? We looked at each other silently and nodded, We came to appreciate a little known fact: under a bed or in the back of a closet, a blanket stuffed with toys and other nonsense looks just like a blanket. No questions. We admired our genius. We called it "The Bag of Tricks". 

Mom was surprised to see us back watching cartoons so soon, and went to investigate. When we didn't hear from her again we knew our stratagem was sound. This became a regular scheme. The funny thing was, we would eventually require certain things from the "Bag of Tricks", be it a spare pencil sharpener or a matching sock and, as the week progressed, we'd gradually deplete and, by default, put everything in the B.O.T. away. Perhaps it wasn't that different than the actual closet. Life lesson. Also, looking back, I'm 99% sure mom could give a damn how the room got cleaned up. Not having to see our mess was enough for her. Maybe she had a bag of tricks too. Well played, mom.

Put your troubles in a blanket and stuff them in the closet. You'll get to them in good time. Come out to OAKLAND YARD for our weekly flights- taste and enjoy some delicious wines and explore and connect with us.

TONIGHT: Thursday Night Flights! We have a great line up of stony and dry Loire Valley whites and some stellar Spanish reds. Flights just $12 from 4-8pm. All wines in the flights are 10% off tonight!

SATURDAY: Wines of Sicily (part II). Frappatto, Nero D'Avola, Nerello Mascalese and Nerello Cappuccio. Sicilian Flights $15 from 2-6 and wines by the glass until 9pm!

SUNDAY: Austrian Flights! Crisp, mineral-driven Gruner Veltliner, Dry Riesling, and Blaufrankish. Tasting Flights from 2-6pm and other delights by the glass. 

See you soon,

Daniel

They say it's spring, though winter seems reluctant to yield. This seasonal shift doesn't usually mean too much to me, but with a 3 month old daughter everything is kind of a milestone these days. Changing leaves turned to changing diapers in December, and that month the turning colors of poop became something to monitor, if not celebrate.

Thankfully, we are now on to new and more meaningful firsts these days. Ellery made her first friend this past month. It's a rusty chandelier (whom we now call Shandy). Shandy is greeted daily with more warmth and joy than she could muster for me in a month. But that's ok, I won't get in the way of love. 

Pretty much every new something feels significant. A first trip to the coast, a first time seeing rain, a first time hearing french. We just heard her very first laugh, full and rich, during her last bath. I should note that I was in the tub with her - apparently the sight of me nude elicits this response. 


Watching the shelves here at the shop - with the colors and labels changing, some disappearing for good, others falling off for a spell and returning the next season - is a certain subtle and significant celebration. Our weekly tastings yield an ever-evolving cycle of firsts, of new selections and new arrivals to OAKLAND YARD. They are occasions to greet old friends and make new ones, to recall a trip to some foreign coast, to practice french pronunciations, to escape the rain. And, above all, to laugh. 

Tonight: THURSDAY NIGHT FLIGHTS. Whites from Croatia and Hungary & Spanish Red Flights. Choose your own adventure every Thursday night. Flights $12 from 4-8pm!

SPARKLING SATURDAY: All Italian Bubbles... Sparkling Natural Garganega, Organic Prosecco and Lambrusco! Flights 2/24 from 2-5pm.

SUNDAY: PINOT NOIR TASTING. Pinot Flights from Around the globe. Jane et Sylvain (Bourgogne Rouge) B.Kosuge (Sonoma Coast), Moutin Noir OPP (Oregon). Flights $15 from 2-6pm.

See you soon,

Daniel

Ten years ago, Julia and I enjoyed a honeymoon in France and Italy. We drove through the Alps from Lyon to Cuneo and stayed in a tiny hilltop commune, called Bene Vagienna, where we were bit by miniscule, striped mosquitos while we drank Barolo Chinato and watched the local elders play bocce after sunset, mixed doubles under the lights on the public courts.

From Piedmont, we traveled to an agriturismo in Emilia-Romagna, where we were welcomed by the young and vivacious Valentina, who was using government subsidies to revive a small organic farm in Gorzano. One morning, we heard shouting in the field near our room and inquired about the noise. Valentina explained that her father was a retired public health bureaucrat who was so excited to be replanting the vineyard, so happy to be working outdoors with his hands, that the shirtless sixty-year-old let loose a howling ‘YEAHHHH!’ as he completed each row.

After a week of day trips to Modena and Bologna, we bought a half wheel of Pecorino from Valentina’s neighbor and drove south to the picturesque seaside villages of Liguria: the Cinque Terre, Lerici, and Tellaro, where stone steps, alleyways and hobbit homes hug the rugged coastal cliffs. The early mornings there were especially magical, as the still and quiet darkness gave way to the soft pink light of dawn, a rooster crowed once, twice, three times, and the wind off the water would pick up, loudly flapping colorful lines of hanging laundry. One morning, as I lay in bed, awoken by indigestion and mosquito bites, and with that first light, several swallows flew in through our French doors, and swiftly and silently circled the room before exiting through various windows.

Come join us for a wine tour of Italy this weekend - we’ll be pouring flights of new Italian wines both Saturday and Sunday afternoons. 

But first…TONIGHT: Thursday Night Flights: French Reds or California Whites $12 from 4-8pm

SATURDAY: Northern Italian Tasting Flights – Garganega from the Veneto, Trebbiano d’Abruzzo, Tuscan Morellino, and Piedmontese Barbaresco - $15 from 2-5pm

SUNDAY: Specifically Sicilian Tasting Flights – Grillo, Frappato & Nero d’Avola - $15 from 3-6pm

For as long as I can remember, I really just wanted to belong to something. Looking back, I'm fortunate I wasn't approached by a gang or any such thing. I likely would have jumped myself in. I wanted a crew and was always on the lookout for adventure. I was into Goonies and Time Bandits and intrigued by the G.I. Joe cartoons I was forbidden to watch. 

By age 9, I spent most of my summers getting into trouble with my best friend, Jeff. Or, more often, getting him into trouble. He had a small basketball hoop in his backyard and we'd pass time playing H-O-R-S-E, attempting most shots with a low degree of difficulty but high flourish. The ball would frequently go over the wall separating their property from the rear yard of an older house.

We took turns hopping over and eventually met Tony. Tony was cool. Tony smoked cigarettes. Tony drank beer and worked on his motorcycle. Tony was in his 30s and wanted to hang out with us. He showed us his throwing stars and his hunting knives. After a few hangouts, he invited us on a secret mission. So cool. We snuck in through the metal bars of a private garage and let Tony in from the other side. Level One: Completed! We snuck into an office building with him and kept lookout. All part of our mission. We were "his eyes and ears". So cool.

You are smarter than a 9 year old, you know the ending. These weren't missions. Tony fooled two little kids into helping him burglarize spots in the neighborhood. Tony was eventually arrested. Not cool, Tony.


TONIGHT: Thursday Night Flights! Come be a part of something. Come drink delicious wines with me and Max and Jessie. No tricks, no fooling. Just delicious wines and good folks and good vibes, always. Tonight we're pouring French Whites and South American Reds. Choose your own adventure from 4-8. Flights $12.

SATURDAY: LOIRE! Come sample some of out favorites from France's Loire Valley. Four wines. All dry, mineral-driven and delightful. Flights $15 from 2-6pm and wines by the glass until 9pm.

SUNDAY: MEET THE WINEMAKER... Massimo Alois (Fattoria Alois) at OAKLAND YARD! Massimo has travelled all the way from the Caitini Mountains in the province of Caserta, and will be here sharing his dynamic wines from  ancient Italian varieties of Campania! Flights Sunday from 3-6pm.


See you soon,

Daniel
 

If you’re reading this, congratulations to you, you’ve made it to the month of March. And if you’re in California, the first of the 2017 rosé wines are hitting the streets, but around the bay, the streets are cold and wet. Now, this is what we said we wanted, so let’s buck up, watch the water fall, and let those rosés settle for a week or two while we drink some of that big, warm, native bear hug of a wine we call Zinfandel.

We may call it Zinfandel, but the Croats call it Tribidrag, and have for hundreds of years. Californian Dr. Carole Meredith and couple of her clever Croatian colleagues discovered a genetic match for Zin in just nine surviving vines of Crljenak Kastelanski, AKA Tribidrag. The variety was grown widely along the Dalmatian coast in the 1400’s and the wine was traded with the Most Serene Republic of Venice across the Adriatic Sea. Italian Primitivo, once thought Zin’s twin, was found to be a slightly mutated clone, but our American Zinfandel is the real Croatian deal.

Tribidrag vines from the Imperial Austrian Plant Species Collection were brought to New York in the 1820’s and then to California in the 1850’s, where they made themselves at home. Grape vines can live a long time if they don’t get mites, or disease, or torn up by humans; there are a number of vineyards in California that include vines planted in the 1880’s. These sturdy-looking ancient vines yield precious few bunches, but the fruit they manage to bear is more concentrated and full of complexity than that of younger vines. The popularity of White Zinfandel - a sweet pink wine made by a penicillin-like stroke-of-genius accident at Sutter Home in 1975 – saved most of these old plantings from being replaced with more fashionable varieties, so we have White Zin to thank for our distinctive old vine red Zins today.    

Throughout the 80’s and 90’s the dominant style for Zinfandel was ripe, dense, and powerful, and many of us walked away from our introduction with black teeth, and a headache, and kept walking; but over the years, tastes have changed, techniques refined, and Zins with subtlety and finesse have become less of a rarity. Come taste a few of our favorite Slavic transplants this Saturday from 2 to 5, before the sun comes out and dries up all our fun.

TONIGHT: Thursday Night Flights: French Reds or Whites $12 from 4-8pm

SATURDAY: California Zinfandel! Tasting Flights $15 from 2-5pm

SUNDAY: Italian Tasting Flights and Wine Club pick up $15 from 2-6pm

I moved back to California six years ago today. It was a homecoming for me, but leaving Brooklyn for a tiny cottage in Occidental was certainly something new. Glenny and I would become regulars at Barley and Hops tavern and would frequently drive to the coast on our day off, up and over majestic Coleman Valley Road or cruising through Freestone for Wildflower Bread fougasse and eventually making our way to Spud Point for crab sandwiches or down to Tomales Bay for fresh oysters.

These outings proved an adequate remedy to missing Brooklyn and our routines there - weekly Wednesday pizza at Lucali and live music at our local joints, Smokey's Roundup at Sunny's or Roots & Ruckus at Jalopy in Red Hook. The oddball characters we passed crossing over Summit bridge and the BQE, were now mostly replaced with hermits and hippies, off-the-grid sorts living up in the hills or deep in the redwoods. Characters with names like Dr. Lunch, our neighbor. No joke.

There would be the occasional Tom Waits sighting, but my favorite recluse was an elderly woman who could be spotted sometimes on the way into Graton, just off the road, wearing a bathrobe and a wolf mask, pulling it up occasionally to take a drag from her cigarette. Like Little Red Riding Hood in reverse.

TONIGHT: Thursday Night Flights...
This nostalgia calls for an all California lineup, six wines - all vibrant and delightful and delicious. Flights $12 from 4-8pm.

White Flight
2017 Folk Machine "White Light"
2016 Teira Sauvignon Blanc
2016 Luuma Chardonnay

Red Flight
2016 Folk Machine Valdigue
2016 LIttle Frances Merlot
2015 Helmet Red Grenache

SATURDAY FLIGHTS; Wines of Spain. Four Wines, including a  White Rioja, new Spanish Rosé, and two new exciting reds! Flights $15 from 2-6pm and wines by the glass

SUNDAY: Bordeaux Tasting, Flights from 2-6pm! We'll be opening up some top shelf, heavy hitters. Roll into OAKLAND YARD to taste these beauties - perfect wines for this cool winter weather. Wines by the glass too, as always.

See you soon,

Daniel