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John Capone

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John Capone

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Hungarian Wines Are Getting Their Shot at the Spotlight

Decades of Communist rule didn’t kill Hungary’s centuries-old winemaking tradition, but the country’s reputation for mass-produced, sickly sweet wines nearly did. Today, however, that’s finally changing.
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Is California Bubbly Finally Coming into Its Own?

California’s sparkling wines are growing—in both number and quality. And they might finally get their due. Throughout the country, the popularity of sparkling wine is surging skyward like a cork shot from a bottle. And here in the Bay Area, a growing number of producers are competing with champagne houses to go straight to your head.
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Such Great Heights: Manchester Ridge Vineyard and the “Island” AVA

“This road is littered with winemakers who have tried to make wine here,” says Greg La Follette, careening in a rickety pick-up through a winding and narrow dirt road with shear drops into the ravines below. We’re bouncing along the road to Manchester Ridge Vineyard, a place where La Follette has come since 2008 to make what some call one of America’s best pinots.
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Drinkers Without Borders

Wine country restaurants are (finally!) taking their wine lists way, way beyond Napa and Sonoma. It sounds like blasphemy, but it’s true: Finding an adventurous wine list in wine country is shockingly difficult. Laboring under the misapprehension that regional wines alone are of interest to their customers, Napa and Sonoma restaurants all too often stick to the usual suspects—mega-production “local” wines easily available from their distributor.
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It's Not The Journey, It's the Stopping for Clams

The first food I have any conscious memory of eating is three-dozen raw clams on the half-shell. I was four.
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The Future of Talent

Where will the most gifted people in the world work? Wherever they want. We almost forget that Madison Avenue once had more than a representational connotation. It was a place. A place at the pinnacle of a fast-talking grey-flannel-suited culture that celebrated plastic everything, joy rides just for the sake of burning gasoline, mass-produced homes among manicured lawns and, perhaps most of all, a rampant and joyful consumerism.
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The (Slightly) Sordid History of Bearduary

Ten years ago this January, in the deepest part of Brooklyn (okay, the Lorimer stop on the L train) a shadowy organization was born from Chris Rubino’s beard. Long, lanky and Italian, Rubino was a natural born beard prophet. His Garibaldi came in lush and thick. His roommate, Sean Donnelly, saw his friend’s prodigious whiskers, and, citing his lineage and personal experience, doubted his own ability to grow similar facial foliage.
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Coming to The End: Montauk's Indian Summer Dies Out

The realization that development has hit the last possible tract of land at the end of an island is like finishing an eight ball at 4am and coming to grips with the fact that there's no more left, no hope of getting any more, nowhere to go, and the sun’s coming up. Montauk, or The End, might just be earning its nickname at last.
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Bait and Switch

Sometimes a toothfish is just a toothfish. And sometimes it’s a sea bass. Not really. It’s just a toothfish. A study released in February by conservation group Oceana found that, among other shocking revelations, 59 percent of America’s “tuna” isn’t. You’ve likely seen some of the reaction in the media.
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The Loneliness of the Occupy Napa Protester

There are no drum circles at Occupy Napa. No skirmishes with police (at least not yet). No dissension among the ranks, which speak clearly and with a single voice. That the ranks total one exceed­ingly reasonable and polit­i­cally moderate 62-year-old man wearing jeans, a polo shirt, wire frame glasses and a gardening hat to shield his pale face from the sun probably explains all of the above.
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Socialites Leave the Nest but "Start Small"

What is the fastest way out of Mom and Dad's house (or, in this case, Upper East Side duplex)? If you're an upwardly mobile over-30 socialite, the answer is easy. Embark on a hobby-career: designer, candy hawker, actress, slut. The options are endless.
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Red Hook Winery

Dressed in throwback running shoes and shorts, Chris Nicolson looks more like a guy about to go for a jog with Prefontaine than who he actually is: One of the most important young winemakers in New York. He plunges a long glass pipette (or “thief”) into a barrel and then offers a sample of the still-maturing blend of riesling and sauvignon blanc destined to become the house wine at Momofuku.
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John Capone

John Capone is a writer and editor from New York currently based in Los Angeles. As a freelancer he's written for NYMag.com’s Grub Street, BlackBook, Radar, The Daily, Hemispheres, NBCNewYork.com, [wherever]: an out of place journal and many others.