The first week of college a young man in a well-worn navy Brooks Brothers sweater suggested that I join him and his roommate that evening for a cigar in the courtyard. I didn't smoke, but was intrigued. What 18 year old smokes cigars? Sometime after dinner I walked outside our dorm to meet them and discovered nearly two dozen freshman assembled in the dusk, some smoking but most of them failing to keep their cigars lit. The chairman of this gathering had offered the same welcome to the entire floor apparently. It was a grand and unusual gesture. We gathered in a clumsy circle and he held court, telling stories into the night. And we all listened, grinning, feeling like a part of something.
He seemed to be from another era, too old for young love and too much depth for his height. A charismatic Kerouac with an unhealthy hint of Hemingway, a rogue who would rob me of much of my formal education. We became fast friends. We occupied our time with absurd entertainment for our age: listening to the Marcels or Armstrong, playing dominoes and drinking lemonade, dressing in old men's suits and selling (giving away) goldfish to children downtown. Little ones would hobble up with a shy how much, mister? and he would beam: For you...nothing!
This friend was also a great nuisance, often waking us all in the middle of the night, insisting the moon was ripe for adventure. Each time I'd almost think it a dream until I tasted the salt water on the air. Before I knew it we were lined up once again on the end of the pier, overlooking the Pacific. The wind in our hair and the stars above and all of us counting to three and plunging into the cold, glorious depths below.
We'd drive back in silence, our teeth chattering. The car heater blasting and the windows cracked and howling. With nothing behind us, everything ahead of us.
THURSDAY NIGHT FLIGHTS $12, from 4-8pm
French Whites
2016 Metaireau 'Carte Noir' Muscadet
2016 Deux Moulins Loire Sauvignon Blanc
2016 Domaine de Nerloux Saumur Blanc
French Reds
2016 Domaine Dupeuble Beaujolais Villages
2015 Francois Xavier Cotes du Rhone
2016 Vannieres Heritage Rouge
SATURDAY: DOMESTIC FLIGHTS 3-6pm, $12
2015 Dancing Crow Sauvignon Blanc (w/ Stefan Cartlidge)
2016 Broc Love Red
2015 Helmet Santa Barbara Red
SUNDAY FLIGHTS: ROSÉ ALL DAY! 12-6pm, Flights $12
2016 Trailmarker Eagle Point Ranch Rosé
2016 Fenouillet Cotes du Ventoux Rosé
2016 Vinum Rosé Paso Robles
Everything is ahead, this weekend and beyond. Come be a part of the adventure at OAKLAND YARD. Bring a friend. Bring a goldfish. Let's be close (but no cigars).
See you soon,
Daniel
In 1995, I was a 23 year-old cellist and a bartender at Chez Panisse. On my days off, I’d take BART through the hills to a bus, and then walk another twenty minutes, with my cello, to a housing development in Pleasant Valley, to study jazz with a violinist from the Turtle Island String Quartet. It was a long journey; cars would whiz by, and sometimes I would I pause to rest along the way and eat a snack in the baking sun between suburban driveways, apparently the only pedestrian in all of Pleasant Valley.
That year, I also enrolled at the Ali Akbar Khan School of Music in San Raphael. My roommate, Chris, was a cook at Café Venezia and an accomplished guitarist, and he and I had been listening to Shakti, by John McLaughlin and Zakir Hussain, and attempting to recreate the blustery eastern fusion in our Berkeley apartment. It was messy, and we knew it. We also knew the only school for Indian classical music in the US was just a bridge away, so we got in Chris’ van and headed to Marin.
Surprisingly, the beginning classes were taught by the septuagenarian Ali Akbar Khan himself, or Khan Sahib, as we all called him, the master. We removed our shoes before entering the school, we learned rhythmic tali patterns by clapping, and Hindustani solfege (Sa Re Ga in place of Do Re Mi), and we were instructed to never step over a musical instrument, as this would disrupt its connection with the heavens. Khan Sahib’s musical teaching was eye opening for me, but I was most impressed by the atmosphere of respect, love and kindness the school engendered. There were about thirty of us, cramped in the classroom, holding violins, sitars, sarods, cellos, and often a young man with a double bass, all listening and concentrating intently, in stocking feet.
Indian classical music is not really about making music, but was designed as a pathway to divinity, a way out of the self, to a place of peace, love and understanding. At the end of each lesson, the most devoted students would form a line to pay their respect to Khan Sahib by kneeling and touching his feet, and after a few months of study, I took my place in line. When it was my turn, I touched Khan Sahib’s feet, and he looked down into my eyes and asked, “How is your father?” The question was both very kind and rather absurd, as I was sure Khan Sahib had never met my father, but I smiled and said, “He is well, thank you.”
Khan Sahib passed away in 2009, but his lessons remain in the minds of so many of us. My father is still quite well, and I will be with him next week, celebrating his 77th birthday. I like to think OAKLAND YARD is not an end in itself - not really about wine at all - but rather a vehicle, a place for us to foster peace, kindness, respect, and love in a world that seems to require these values more than ever. Please help us.
Start tonight with THURSDAY NIGHT FLIGHTS: Italian Reds or French Whites - 4 to 8pm – three wines for $12
This SATURDAY, August 19th – 2 to 5pm - $10 Methode Sauvage winemaker Chad Hindspours his 2016 Chenin Blanc and Cabernet Franc
This SUNDAY, August 20th – 2 to 6pm – SPARKLING WINE TASTING - $15
- Max
As some of you know, I have a small army of siblings. Growing up, there was a consistent and somewhat fair "you snooze, you lose" acceptance in our house.
One summer evening my brother and I were out playing Batman and Robin. I was around 6, Jeff 8. It wasn't terribly fun. Jeff was always Batman. But we got to wear capes, so life was good. The charade was mostly just running about in masks. I'd point at a tree or something and shout "there's one one of those no good...!" and Jeff would throw some boomerang we'd fashioned from glued popsicle sticks and I'd say "Nice SHOT, Batman!" And Jeff would say (in a calm, deep voice): "Thanks, Robin". I'd have to improvise if he'd miss the target "Aw, he's a wily one!..." and scramble to retrieve his weapon. You get the idea.
Ignoring my mom's hollering that day, we finally came in and the kitchen smelled so sweet. Fresh pineapples were chopped earlier, now all devoured. We were bummed. The family was watching a movie so we quietly pouted on the kitchen floor. Then Jeff spotted discarded strips of the hard skins in a paper bag. There still seemed to be so much yellow flesh exposed, we started licking and thought we'd struck gold. Still so sweet and sublime with everlasting flavor! So we kept licking away, giggling and snickering to ourselves (who needs those jerks!) as evening settled on Gotham. All was well until the screaming started.
Much like the way seeing one's ex can open a wound, pain really likes a visual. I looked up and there was blood in Jeff's mouth. That's when I felt the sting. I looked down at the pineapple I was licking and it too was covered in wild, bright crimson streaks. Our super powers were no match for the hidden barbs and the aggressive enzymes and acid. The pain was intense. Like a million paper cuts on our tongues, doused with lemon juice. The Joker had the last laugh once again.
Best to come when you're called, sometimes.
TONIGHT at OAKLAND YARD: Thursday Night Flights! Three German Whites and Three Austrian Reds. Wines so good you'll want to lick the inside of the bottles. Come help us take these bottles down this evening from 4-8PM ("Same bat-time, same bat-channel"). No jokers.
ALSO!!! We're sending out the signal. Announcing some stellar selections from two rising stars of the "New California" wine scene. Best to come when you're called sometimes...
SATURDAY 8/12 at OAKLAND YARD, we welcome HIGHLAWN Wine Company and winemaker, Philip Cuadra. Philip will be pouring his Albariño from Rorick Vineyard (Calaveras) and a Syrah from Halcon Vineyard (Yorkville Highlands).
SATURDAY 8/19: METHODE SAUVAGE at OAKLAND YARD with winemaker, Chad Hinds. Chad will be showcasing the new vintage of his Vista Verde Chenin Blanc and Bates Ranch Cabernet Franc
Don't snooze and lose... trust me.
Cheers,
Daniel
Listen, my friends, to the tale of Phylloxera,
Loathed by gourmands, just as one might a pox, or a
Plague on grape vines and their life-giving roots,
The louse traveled from vineyard to vineyard on boots,
And laid waste to the world’s most valuable juice.
Indigenous bugs from the US of A,
They took steamboats to England - the Victorian way -
Invaded the mainland, to France and beyond,
The pale yellow, sap-sucking insects have gone
And destroyed the old vines, sparing nary a one.
You have little hope, my dear plant, that is if you’re the
Specific sort we call Vitis Vinifera,
Lest you’re planted in schist, or on slate or pure sand,
You’ll fall prey to the louse that has ravaged the land,
And you’ll bear no more fruit for the bottle again.
Beneath each prized vine, some did bury a toad,
For to suck the disease from its hidden abode,
But it wasn’t ‘til scientists Planchon and Riley
Revealed the American louse was behind the
Destruction and found a solution so wily.
They grafted their scions to roots from the States,
And made them resistant, but it was too late
To save most of the vineyards, so they’ve been re-sown,
With feet from America, but arms of their own,
These Frankenstein plants are the norm now in Beaune.
Come join on this Saturday from 2-5pm at OAKLAND YARD, when another scientist will save the day (or at least make it a lot more fun). Local winemaker and microbiologist, Kristie Tacey, will be pouring her 2016 Russian River Viognier (Catie's Corner Vineyard) and her 2015 El Dorado Grenache as OAKLAND YARD welcomes TESSIER WINERY to 420 40th St.
All over the world, the damned louse did the nasty,
Who started this mess? Some blame Count Haraszthy.
This morning, as the sun slowly rises, I sit at my desk in Oakland wishing I were on top of Mount Veeder, where the first fruit for the 2017 vintage is being cut from the vines at Sky Vineyards. The land, on a remote peak of the Mayacamus Range between Napa and Sonoma, is home to the Olds and Apgar families, and countless wild animals, and it holds a special place in my heart; a place full of happy memories; a place right beside the old New York farmhouse where I grew up.
Their address says Napa, but it is far from the valley floor, in about as many ways as you can imagine. 2,100 feet up a frightening, car-punishing one-lane road, Lore Olds and his daughter Skyla manage a dry-farmed fourteen-acre vineyard of Zinfandel and Syrah, and they produce some of the most delicious and age-worthy California wines I’ve ever tasted. The site is unique in many ways, a number of which make it the perfect place to grow wine grapes: iron-rich, red volcanic soil, no chemicals for miles around, and an elevation that allows the grapes to ripen slowly and evenly. Some winters, there is snow.
The only electricity at Sky Vineyards is generated by a small solar panel, and there is no city water line. Rattlesnakes, bobcats, and black widows are all at home here, and, a few months ago, their closest neighbor, cousin Jesse, lost a goat to an enormous female mountain lion. The lovable and misanthropic seventy-one year old vigneron rarely leaves the mountain, and he and his girlfriend Amy, spend much the winter painstakingly hand-pruning every vine on the property. There’s not much else to do up there, but it’s still an impressive feat. I like to say it’s like making wine while camping, and I’m pretty sure no one else born in this century could pull it off so well. Lore’s been there for forty-five years, so he’s figured a few things out.
Lore’s two daughters have always helped with the work in the vineyard and winery, but in the last few years, Skyla, the younger, has set aside a successful career as a do-gooder lawyer to pick up the winemaking reins, and they now work together to maintain the most honest, hands-on, site-specific, vintage-reflective, and simply made wines in California.
Join us at OAKLAND YARD this SATURDAY, September 2nd, from 3 to 6pm, when the lovely and talented Skyla Olds takes break from the harvest to pour Sky Vineyards 2013 Zinfandel, 2011 Syrah & 2016 Rose - $15
But first, tonight…
THURSDAY NIGHT FLIGHTS: Italian Whites or Spanish Reds! Flights from 4-8pm, $12
And SUNDAY SPARKLING continues... Flights 2-6pm!
Finally... HOUTSKOOL Dumpling House will be at OAKLAND YARD this MONDAY from 2-5pm! Pairing Flights and glass specials all day too! Stay in the loop via Instagram!!!
I got married one year ago, but there's already another woman in my life. An older woman. A much older woman. She's around 90. Her name is Teruko. She appeared outside the shop a few months ago, looking for a mailbox that once existed on our block. She was frantic, afraid her utilities would be shut off. I drove her check to the post office on 41st and Montgomery and all was OK.
The next day Teruko brought me and Max inari. With soy sauce in old pill containers. She told me to pick her up the following morning and to "bring muscles". That's kind of how it goes now. I take her to the KP Asian market for the big hauls, and sometimes to the pharmacy or Piedmont Grocery. She is often in pain, so sometimes I just get a list. These have hilarious notes in the margin. Rice (5lb, drop on floor see if OK), Potatoes (only small balls), Underwear (next size smaller)...
She is alpha in the supermarket, and knows exactly where everything is. She'll tell me to get the hot sauce under the chicken. I'll head for the sauces in Aisle 7 and won't find it with the other bottles. Because it's at the meat counter, down low, under the chicken. Teruko is always right. And very particular. She once spent over 10 minutes considering a package of Genmaicha ("Less heavy today..."). But she is also quick and quirky, often answering questions before I have a chance to answer: "You ever have cereal with water?" ("Have I ev-?") "IT"S NOT GOOD!".
Teruko has had a rough life by just about anyone's standards. But she's one of those invincible types. Fierce and warm. Her wits always about her. She's not dismissive about the many things she has endured. But she'd rather talk about how much kimchi she can eat in one sitting, or how lucky we are to get such a close parking spot. She talks about how lucky she is in many ways. And how good the barbecues at the park smell. How beautiful today is.
Tonight at OAKLAND YARD: Thursday Night Flights.
White Flight: Chardonnay (California/France/Oregon)
Red Flight: Grenache/Garnacha (CA and Spain)
Teruko is right. It's a beautiful day.
Teruko is always right.
See you tonight,
Daniel
p.s. Saturday will be beautiful too. And we have Mitch Schroeder of CHAMBERS & CHAMBERS pouring French & Spanish Flights SUN 3-6! It promises to be an exciting lineup. Infinitely better than cereal and water.
‘Do you have any orange wines?’ was not a question we heard when I started at Smith & Vine ten years ago, but now, at OAKLAND YARD, we get the request with frequency. The enquirer does not seek a wine made from oranges, rather they want a white wine made with ‘skin contact’, or maceration on its must - the seeds, skins and sometimes stems – a process normally reserved for red wine production, but traditional for whites in parts of northern Italy and eastern Europe.
Time on the skins leeches pigment, inducing in the juice a hazy amber glow, and so the wines are now commonly referred to as orange wines. For a long time, there were only a handful of expensive examples readily available, from Josko Gravner and Stanko Radikon in Friuli, Ales Kristancic’s Movia in Slovenia, Giampero Bea in Umbria, and La Stoppa in Emilia-Romagna, and to the uninitiated, most of these – especially the Friulians – are unfriendly, difficult wines, surely an acquired taste for most.
Whites made with skin contact tend to be fuller bodied in the mouth and more textural than their traditional free-run counterparts, with a chewy, astringent quality from the added tannin that makes them excellent food pairing wines. Nowadays, more of these wines are being brought into the US, the selection and price range has increased, and many American winemakers are experimenting with the style, raising exposure to a point where ‘orange’ has taken a place beside red, white, and rosé.
Come taste three skin-fermented whites this SUNDAY from 2 to 6pm - $15
But first…TONIGHT: THURSDAY NIGHT FLIGHTS! Whites from France and an all Cabernet Red Flight. 4 to 8pm - $12
And this SATURDAY: Special guest, Ben Stewart, from Bonhomie Wine Imports pours tasting flights from 2 to 5pm. 3 wines, $12
Orange you glad I didn’t say ‘banana wine’?
-Max
I'm not proud of this, but I spent nearly a year of my life as a dog. I was a fan of the early Scooby Doo cartoons, and there was a recurring bit that had Scooby sniffing around for various clues, often with the encouragement of a 'Scooby Snack". I loved scavenger hunts and searching for missing things- the slow burn of the search and the triumph of discovery. By age 6, my siblings would frequently employ my services when they needed help looking for things. I loved the attention, I suppose, and for a cookie or a Reese's I would search high and low, all the while pretending to be "Scooby", my muzzle plodding along floorboards and under rugs, nuzzling windowsills and wastebaskets. The game would proceed until one of us located whatever was missing and if I was successful, I would often get a second treat.
Here's where things got weird (yes, here's where). Eventually the novelty of my services waned. So I began actually taking and hiding things that belonged to my siblings. I'd pretend to sniff away and save the day... and the charade went on. The problem was that the older ones were on to my ruse almost immediately. That didn't matter all that much initially, but inevitably things went actually missing, and they'd assume I was the culprit. I'd frantically oblige to search- their patience tried, assuming I was prolonging the drama. It was ludicrous and awful. Cookies became old wheat thins. The discoveries were thankless and would only confirm their suspicion of a theft. And the most ridiculous fact was that even when it wasn't a game... I would still, absurdly and inexplicably, act the part. Sniffing away on all fours. Still wanting to be someone's best friend.
TONIGHT at OAKLAND YARD: THURSDAY NIGHT FLIGHTS // Unusual Varieties Tasting. Six odd and delightful wines. For all you scavenger hunters and treasure seekers, snooping around for an exciting new discovery, this tasting is for you. Come try Roditis, Mtsvane, and Orangetraube (all whites) or Zweigelt, Teran, and Trincaderia (Reds) There may be some sniffing involved, but that's completely your choice. You may even find one to be your new best friend.
See you tonight,
Daniel
p.s. SATURDAY at OAKLAND YARD: Rachel Miers (Henry Wine Group) will be continuing the unusual and exciting theme, pouring Jacquere, Txakolina, Zweigelt and St. Laurent, and a natural style Zinfandel. Scooby Snacks galore too. Come join the fun! This SAT (7/1) from 2-5pm
SUNDAY FLIGHT: Rosé All Day! An all pink flight featuring four delightful new arrivals. SUN 7/2 from 12-6. Think pink and come relax with us.
When I was a child, one of the things I wanted most was to be famous. Despite an idyllic and nurturing upbringing (or perhaps as a result) I understood my insignificance early on, and this bred in me a wish to become well known for something, preferably something masterful, like exceptional athleticism or artistry.
Popular culture backed my plan with a hit single by Bowie, a flashy TV series about an urban art school, and Warhol’s fifteen-minute guarantee. Before the dawn of the internet, the Guinness Book of World Records - that perennial opener of minds - provided us kids with many heretofore unimagined superlatives for which to strive, and quite a few others to avoid. One could plunge over Niagara Falls in a barrel, or be struck by lightning seven times, and live to be known for it.
As I grew older, I saw that I had no great skill that would put me heads and shoulders above the crowd, nor did I particularly enjoy the spotlight. Also, those who were famous didn’t appear any happier for it, so I abandoned my quest for fame and embraced anonymity. Now, I’m mostly known as the tall, quiet, bearded man at Oakland Yard, and I’m happy with my station: wine buyer, Daniel’s partner, Julia’s husband, Arlot’s keeper, and occasional writer of curious personal essays.
Yours,
Max
TONIGHT’S TASTING: Thursday Night Flights from 4 to 8pm! FRENCH WHITES or SPANISH REDS – three wines - $12
SATURDAY at OAKLAND YARD from 3-6pm we welcome Cory Gowan of Mission Wine Merchants (Oakland, CA) who will be pouring an amazing and eclectic lineup from the Mission portfolio. Flights
SUNDAY FLIGHT: All SPARKLING FLIGHT. Bubbles from 12-6, with special BTG!
I love road trips. I spent many summers of my youth packed in a Dodge Ram van with my folks and my six siblings, exploring the country and camping when it was time to stop. We put the Thomas Guide to the test. We passed our time singing along to oldies stations, playing "I Spy", and staying alert for out-of-state plates and graphic roadkill. There would be the occasional lull of long stretches and often the lovely, odd quiet of dusk.
My spot was rear bench, center, flanked by two older brothers. Sleeping was tricky, but I developed the curious practice of sitting on the floor facing backward, resting my head on the seat. When awake and alert, the perspective from this bench afforded me something I wouldn't fully appreciate until adulthood: my father's eye in the rearview mirror.
At some point on these drives, there would be an absurd observation, mistaken or mangled song lyrics, a ridiculous radio commercial, or a grotesquely loud fart. We'd predictably go nuts and from my spot I could spy my dad's eye in the mirror, watching the creases deepen with laughter. The impressions left an impression. What struck me most was that after the laughter subsided, when mom was back to her paper and the older boys their books, and some their walkmans and others their game of slugbug... my father's eyes would still be smiling for many moments more, the creases softening at their infinite leisure. A light that wouldn't go out, holding some triumphant, unyielding cheer. A joy reluctant to leave.
TONIGHT at OAKLAND YARD: Thursday Night Flights! German Whites and Italian Reds. 3 Wines, your choice, all joy. Flights $12 from 4-8pm.
SATURDAY FLIGHT: California LOVE from 2-5pm! Bright, zippy TENDU white, a gloriously dry and delightful Trailmarker Wine Co. Rosé and a savory Syrah from SKY Vineyards. Come explore and adventure with us.
SUNDAY FLIGHT: ROSÉ ALL DAY! All French line up. New arrivals too. All dry, delightful, and delicious. Think PINK with us, from 12-6pm. You may be reluctant to leave.
p.s. Happy Father's Day to all the good ones out there, past and present. And to all the big brothers or sisters who step up. To the single moms, the two moms, the two dads, the good neighbors, the sound sponsors, the coaches and counselors, the pastors and rabbis...
To all those who guide our vans.
As we approach our six month anniversary here at OAKLAND YARD, I’d like to express our genuine gratitude to all of you who have helped us get to this point. Daniel and I have spent most of those months sniffing, sipping, spitting, and staring into our laptops; working all the time, knowing there is more work ahead, rarely taking the time to say: ‘this is what we love to do, and thank you for helping us make it happen.’
We have so much to be thankful for. We appreciate your kind words and smiles, your commitment to supporting small local businesses, your interest and openness toward wines you’ve never tried before, and your wacky hairdos. We like your well-behaved children, your tattoos, and your many dogs. Thank you for all of the good vibes, the crazy stories, the funky shoes, and for caring where your wine comes from and how it’s made. Thank you for all of that and more.
Saturdays and Sundays are the most fun for us at Oakland Yard because there are no wine deliveries, no sales calls, no emails, and far less spitting. I’m so tired of Daniel by the time Friday rolls around, I’m ready to chat with just about anyone else. No, but really, weekends we relax a little, and we invite you to share some laughs, to learn more about and enjoy the fascinating liquids we peddle here on 40th street. We’ve got fun tasting flights lined up for every Saturday and Sunday afternoon this month, and we look forward to seeing you and enjoying your company.
This SATURDAY Sup! Street Food will be parked out front on our sidewalk, serving up several flavors of amazingly delicious summer rolls, which will go nicely with the Vinho Verde Rose, Torrontes, and Pinot Noir Flights we’ll be pouring! Come by for all that goodness from 2 to 5pm, and we’ll thank you in person.
TONIGHT’S TASTING: Thursday Night Flights from 4 to 8pm – reds or whites - $12
Herencia Altes Garnatxa Blanca
MA’D Tokaji Dry Furmint
Domaine Gonon Macon-Bussieres
Matthiason Tendu Red
DeForville Barbera d’Alba
Petrognano Meme Chianti
We love you, no seriously, we do.
-Max
It's late as I write this. Or early, I suppose. I have trouble falling asleep. It's always been this way. I'll close my eyes and lie still but my thoughts run wild into the night, playing tag with every imaginable subject. To be clear, there is no intellectual merit here. These are absurd thoughts: What if I have an unrealized fencing talent? Why aren't there more options for sandwiches in this town? I should exercise more... Do animals have inside jokes too? It's probably too late for an NBA career. Who is Victoria? And what IS her secret? Someone should form a Bon Jovi cover band doing country versions of their hits. They could be called Living on a Prairie. Good one, Daniel. Hey, thanks, me. It's lame, I know.
Since we opened OAKLAND YARD six months ago, things have been a bit different. When I crawl into bed these days most of my thoughts now connect to the shop, to wine, to weddings and special events, to deliveries and weekly tastings. To you. I think about what this shop can be and what you'd like it to be. I think about what we could be doing better and about what you may be needing from your neighborhood wine shop.
Please know that these weekly communications are two-way tracks. We're all ears. All eyes. All love. Send us an email or (better yet) come on in to the shop for a tasting flight or just to chat, anytime. Let us know what we can do for you and how we can help. Give us a call. Write us a haiku. Sleep well knowing OAKLAND YARD is here for you.
TONIGHT at OAKLAND YARD: Thursday Night Flights!
Spanish Whites and California Reds – 4 to 8pm - $12
SATURDAY FLIGHT: PINOT NOIR
Dynamic expressions from around the globe! Flights $12
SUNDAY FLIGHT: Rosé all day!
Pouring new arrivals from 12-6pm. All Rosé flight, $12
Hope to see you there,
Daniel
The oldest cities of the world are crowded with ghosts, but all of the spaces we inhabit are rich with stories from another time. From 1913 to 1957, our Oakland Yard wine shop was part of the Oakland Shafter Yard, a rail yard and station on the Sacramento Northern electric commuter line that occupied the entire block of 40th from Webster to Shafter Streets.
A few months after opening, I received a phone call from a railway historian eager to share with us what he knew of our site. He said he went by the handle ‘Key Route Ken’, after one of the early bay area commuter train lines, and he excitedly told me some of the history of our block, including the following:
“From 1913 to 1938, the trains ran down 40th Street to the Key System Ferry Pier, and from 1939 to 1941 they continued down 40th and ran across the lower deck of the old bay bridge to San Francisco. There were some six or seven wonderful electric interurban systems around the Bay, even up in Marin and the Napa Valley wine country.”
We chose our name to help ground ourselves in this place - to be rooted in the neighborhood - and also to call to mind the crossroads, a restful stopping place along one’s way. Please drop in and share a glass, a bottle, a smile, a laugh, or a story to add to the lines that continue to connect us all.
TONIGHT at OAKLAND YARD: Thursday Night Flights - Italian whites and Spanish reds – 4 to 8pm - $12
WHITE FLIGHT
I Clivi Ribolla Gialla
Tami Grillo
Il Palazzone Vignarco Orvieto
RED FLIGHT
La Capra Loca Tempranillo
Juan Gil Monastrell
Vina Zorzal Graciano
See you there,
Max
As you read this, know that I am in a happy place. Every year at this time, my father and my five brothers all converge upon a string of alpine lakes in the Eastern Sierras. It is a special tradition for us. Anyone who does not attend is demoted to cousin status for a year. We arrive with much zeal and fall quickly into our ridiculous routines: recalling odd neighbors and cruel teachers, low-brow films and high-drama exes, revealing secrets of early mischief and misfortunes that our folks never knew, and teasing each other mercilessly (the younger the brother the broader the target).
We rise early and spend most of the day fishing the lakes and occasionally the connecting creeks and streams. We fish and feast and laugh, we drink and sing silly songs, and pass the hours in-between recalling and rediscovering memories from the treasure chests of our youth. When we are not peppering a shoreline, we squeeze aboard a rented boat, exploring the lakes and enjoying a spot that is collectively ours. My brother Stephen emailed all of us recently to ask if anyone recalled which boat was the best to reserve.
My father responded succinctly: "The one that we are all on".
OAKLAND YARD is a happy place. It's best when you are there. Thank you for chartering these waters with us, for being a part of this adventure. The joy continues tonight and in the days and weeks and months ahead. Come be a part of the fun once again! Max and Arlot are all smiles all weekend, serving up all kinds of delicious wine and Julia and Glenny are there to help you too- and our friend Brendan has returned from cycling the Italian countryside and will be back behind the bar for THURSDAY NIGHT FLIGHTS TONIGHT! French Whites or Italian Reds. Your choice tonight! 3 wines, $12.
SATURDAY: Special Tasting Event: Andrew Nelson, wine slinger and one man party will be pouring selections from the Grandes Places Imports portfolio along with cans of his Companion Riesling project. SAT 2-5pm. SUP Street Food will be here too with fresh Spring Rolls (Tofu, Shrimp, Pork). Don't miss out!
SUNDAY TASTING: REVEL WINES w/ Chad Hinds. The most exciting domestic portfolio showcasing 'New California' wines that are balanced, dynamic, and expressive. Game changers. Come see what the hype is about.
I can honestly say that I'm bummed to miss all the fun (but I think will manage). I'll be back on Sunday with stories, and (hopefully) a large trout or two. I'm looking forward to hearing about your good times too.
Keep OAKLAND YARD warm for me,
Daniel
Like my friend and collaborator, Daniel, I was also once a child, and a boy to whom music played an early and important role. I began playing the cello when I was six, and in the third grade, when asked to write a fantasy, I wrote that I wished Jimmy Page would come to my tree-house and teach me to play guitar.
He did not, but I continued to play the cello, and though I had little more than average musical talent as a child, I was able to travel and perform in New York, Finland, Jamaica, and even once at Walt Disney World, in Florida.
The Disney trip was poorly timed; I was fourteen and running with an older crowd. They’d introduced me to bands like to the Sex Pistols and the Ramones, and the day before the flight to Orlando, my friend, Spencer Houser, taught me how to bleach and spike my hair.
My parents were not happy, and my strict, conservative cello teacher leading the trip was especially pissed off. He chastised me soundly, and we all got on a plane to Florida. On arrival, we were informed by the Disney staff that I would not be allowed on stage with my half-orange flat top, because ‘this was not the image they wished to portray’. A few years later, I might have found my middle finger and put it to use, but at this tender age, and with the help of my forbearing mother, I found instead an aerosol can of dark brown hair paint. Thanks mom. The show must go on.
This Saturday at OAKLAND YARD - the day before Mother’s Day - we will be hosting our second musical event of the month, and I’m happy to say, we’ll exert no control over the style, appearance, or subject matter of our performers; we ask only that they wear clothes and don’t injure anyone.
TONIGHT 5/11:Thursday Night Flights! Red and White Flights from 4 to 8pm. Taste 3 Pinot Noirs or 3 Sauvignon Blancs for $12. All tasting wines 10% off.
FRIDAY 5/12: Kermit Lynch Tasting. A flight of three French wines with Kermit Lynch’s Matt Gerloff and special guest, winemaker Philippe Bernede from Clos de la Coutale in Cahors, from 5 to 7pm. $12.
SATURDAY 5/13: LIVE MUSIC with soul vocalist Jonathon Hampton from 4 to 6pm. Wines by the glass.
One the greatest invitations one can receive is an invitation to collaborate. The earliest request I can recall was simple and glorious: Do you wanna build a fort with me?
I grew up with many siblings (I am the sixth of seven- all boys, one girl). We were always on the lookout for free fun and fort building was high on the list. We'd seize discarded wood and cardboard boxes or occasional gems like cinderblocks and mud flaps around the neighborhood on any given weekend and have a go. But my most favorite fort to build was much cleaner: a house within a house... a room within a room...
Sheet forts for the win. Countless sullen Saturdays readily remedied with an excess of fresh and freshly stripped bed sheets, coils of string from god-knows-where (often my sister's yarn), and you name it: clothes pins, thumbtacks, duct tape, clumsy knots, and window clamps. Anything went. Nothing ever wrong. It was whimsical and free form, far more Gehry than Wright.
I can't really recall the forts themselves. But I remember the joy. The simple security of these semi-transparent and bright, sweet-smelling walls. And how, when it was 'complete', there was always a momentary, silent serenity. A quiet compromise now realized. A connection. Pride. And quite simply, something new that was ours.
At OAKLAND YARD a series of collaborations is underway, extending into the months ahead. Plans and pairings ranging from live music to literary crawls. Food carts and food pairings, guest winemakers and importers all claiming a part of this space on any given day. Stay tuned via Newsletter (and our website or Instagram oaklandyardwineshop). These good folks from all over will be joining us here in this space to collaborate and to build something. To make something new. Something that is yours, and that is all of ours. Come be a part of the fun.
TONIGHT 5/4:
Thursday Night Flights!
All French Reds and White flights, your choice for $12. Crackers and cheese included. All tasting wines 10% off!
SATURDAY 5/6:
Kermit Lynch Wine Merchants at OAKLND YARD! Matt Gerloff will be pouring a handful of his favorites from the KLWM portfolio. Flights from 3-6pm
SUNDAY 5/7:
LIVE BAND! Calle Ocho will be playing Cuban music from 2-4pm. House-made Sangria and wines by the glass all day!
See you soon, friends.
Daniel
When our new tiny dog, Arlot, walked into Oakland Yard last month, he was wearing a scarf around his neck that said: ‘Adopt me’, and his name was spelled like Mr. Guthrie’s, without the silent ‘t’. He entered the store with his ‘foster mom’ and several other small dogs, and he ran straight for my dog-loving, dog-starved wife, Julia. She took him in her arms and looked at me with wide pleading eyes, and I knew that, unless I developed a sudden, life-threatening allergy, Arlo had found his home. He already knew his name, so we re-baptized him - Frenchified him – with a homonym, adding the ‘t’ in homage to one of our favorite Burgundy producers, Domaine de l’Arlot. He’s a shorthair deer head Chihuahua mix with a fawn blue brindle coat, a long furry neck, and a tendency to keep one ear perked up and the other flopped down. He is gentle and affectionate and when he stands on his hind legs, he looks like a meerkat. Arlot spends a lot of time in the shop with Daniel and me; he sits on his pillow in the sun, chews on cardboard, and follows customers around the store. When friendly large dogs come in, he dances Capoeira-like with joy, performing astounding aerial feats while they remain still and indifferent, and about once a day, he sneaks out the door behind an exiting customer and runs straight into the hair salon next door, where he knows there’s lots of love.
If you’ve yet to meet him, you should really come by and give him a hug. But Arlot’s not the only new arrival worth the trip; every week we’re adding unique and delicious new wines to the shelf and sampling the fresh juice at our tasting bar.
TONIGHT, from 4 to 8pm, our Thursday Night Flights tasting will feature this week’s newcomers to OAKLAND YARD:
Domaine de la Pepiere ‘La Pepie’ Muscadet
Fermi Bohigas Xarel-lo
Moulin de Gassac Guilhem Blanc
Tenuta la Favola ‘Fravolato’ Frappato
Camino de Navaherreros Garnacha
Vignoble Lapierre ‘Quietude’ Merlot
The week Prince died, I shared this memory with some friends. One of them encouraged me to share it with you, a year later, so here you go.
I was an odd little pipsqueak of seven years when Purple Rain came out. I have no explanation for how mesmerizing the film's poster was for me at that age. To be torn between distant cleavage and mysterious interiors and this singular, fierce male gaze was a predicament previously unknown for this Catholic schoolboy. The rush of exhaust or some otherly haze, enveloping Prince like angel wings (or a purple heart?)... it was all too much.
So I collected the film sections from our daily newspaper and cut out his likeness on that motorbike again and again (of particular excitement for me were the larger format, colored Sunday editions) and I created a wall collage above my bed, all of this same image. I thought it was glorious. I shared this room with three other siblings, and my three oldest brothers shared the adjacent room. Needless to say, I gave them all much ammunition to ridicule me for many years over this peculiar obsession. (having secretly changed my name at school to Hawk at that time was another matter, and their discovery of that choice did not help my cause).
Prince passed one year ago, but we still celebrate his music and his spirit here at OAKLAND YARD. A true artist. Always exploring, celebrating, pushing boundaries.
Starting tonight and running through this weekend at OAKLAND YARD, we will be following his lead. Exploring, celebrating, pushing boundaries. Let's go crazy. These tastings are the most dynamic in range we've had yet and are not to be missed. TONIGHT we have two visiting winemakers from Spain, sharing their amazing wines and their craft: Pere Mata and Celler Pardas pouring from 5-7pm! Sparkling Cava and Rosada from Pere Mata followed by a white and 2 reds from Cellar Pardas. 5 wines, $15 flight. SATURDAY: Trailmarker Wine Co Rosé Release Party! Winemakers, Drew Huffine & Emily Virgil, will be pouring their bright and delightful new Rosé of Grenache from Eagle Point Ranch as well as their Manchester Ridge Chardonnay and a domestic Zweigelt from 2-5pm! Come taste some of the most vibrant and exciting wines California has to offer. Sup Street Food will be out front pairing fresh Spring Rolls too! Finally, SUNDAY: SEQUOIA Sake! Master Brewer, Jake Myrick, will be sharing their lineup here at OAKLAND YARD. It's our first sake tasting and we could not be more excited! Check website for more details.
This is all going to be epic.
I think I'm getting butterflies. Touch, if you will, my stomach...
Daniel
Every year, as Easter Sunday approaches, we in wine shops across America field the two big questions: What should I drink with my ham? And what should I drink with my lamb? Here at Oakland Yard, we have a great and well-practiced love of both dishes, so we’ll have many a field-tested answer at the ready.
Lamb is such a rich and savory meat that nearly any red wine will taste good beside it, but if it is strongly seasoned, or grilled to a char, then a full-bodied, somewhat tannic red is best. Eric Asimov and Florence Fabricant suggest California red blends, Bordeaux, and Bandol as ideal lamb pairings. In Ribera del Duero, lambs from the local Churra sheep are roasted in a brick oven, and eaten with earthy Tempranillo.
In the bay area, we’re fortunate to have access to some amazingly delicious, locally raised, milk-fed lambs in springtime, from farms like the James and Watson ranches; and the roasts they provide are so mild in flavor, that I prefer to eat them with a lighter, less tannic red, like California Gamay, or Beaujolais.
A baked ham, too, allows for many pairing options, but its predominant sweet and salty flavors are best accompanied by a fruit-forward wine with at least a touch of sweetness. Sommelier Roy Salazar recommends California Pinot Noir with ham; others say a light rosé, a rich Alsace Pinot Gris, or a juicy German Riesling.
My dear vegetarians will find these holiday traditions challenging in ways unrelated to wine pairing. I am sympathetic to your cultural upstream swim and assure you we have plenty of wine here that will make your vegetables sing sweetly as well.
Whatever you’re cooking this weekend, we’ve got the perfect wine for the meal.
Come taste some of our favorite ‘ham-or-lamb’ wines today from 4 to 8pm.
2015 Marc Plouzeau Touraine Sauvignon Blanc
2015 Ransom Willamette Valley Auxerrois
2015 Leitz Rheingau Riesling
2015 Domaine des Hautes Noelles ‘Heho’ Rouge
2015 Broc North Coast ‘Love’ Red
2014 Domaine la Blaque Rouge de Provence
I'm often asked about how I got into wine. I feel like every year the answer changes slightly, or simply gets longer. My first harvest was obviously memorable but by the time I'm working in cellars I'm already hooked. Three earlier memories are always a part of the conversation.
One: I'm 22 and graduating. My best friend, Martin, is also graduating (from USF) and I'm lucky enough to attend a special dinner out with his family. His uncle presents a well-aged bottle (from his godson's birth year?) to the restaurant staff and there is much ado and ceremony. More than simply a decanter- a small team to oversee this ceremony. A candle, an unusual corkscrew, special stemware. Much is lost on me, but there is a certain romance to the gravity of it all that leaves an indelible mark.
Two: A year or so later I'm teaching Middle School. My salary is no threat to royalty and so I take a part-time job at a local wine shop where I'm first exposed to new varieties like Picpoul and Txakolina (I will find myself lucky enough to return to the mysterious and inspiring atmosphere of a wine shop at Smith & Vine in Brooklyn where I take the red pill and stay in Wonderland to see how deep the rabbit hole goes).
Number three: I'm around 24 and my friend, Drew, invites me and my girlfriend to join him and his exploring California's wine country. We book a cabin to spend a long weekend drinking more than we should. We are curious, enthusiastic, frequently inelegant, occasionally rowdy. We escape to the warm and dry rolling hills of Paso Robles, land of the Rhone Rangers. Tablas Creek becomes the first wine club I ever join. These Rhone varieties like Syrah, Grenache, and Viognier as well as others new to me then (Mourvèdre, Counoise, Roussanne) are all too easy to love. Lush and lively with ripe fruit and structure, wild and rustic and captivating (and, ultimately, delicious).
My palate often leans toward bright, mineral whites and lighter, lively, refreshing reds- but I always find much room in my heart for the Rhone still. When expressive and balanced these varietals can really sing. They can capture ones imagination. Maybe even leave an indelible mark.
Come see why tonight.
THURSDAY NIGHT FLIGHTS at OAKLAND YARD: ALL RHONE for all 6 wines in tonight's lineup. Red and White Flights. Two French selections and one domestic in each. Three wines, $12. Choose your own adventure from 4-8pm. Invite a friend and come explore! You can be a little rowdy tonight, its OK. But don't let Drew give you a piggy back ride, it will end badly.
See you there,
Daniel