Bitch Wine
Yes, I said “Bitch” wine — and it’s damn good!
Last night I ducked into Eight Mile Creek, a little Australian restaurant in SoHo, to watch the debate. A cute place, classic looking with a full, posh bar, I felt comfortable there especially when I noticed one of the wine bottle labels appeared to say “Bitch” in black, flowery script.
“Hey,” I asked Andy the bartender, “Does that say Bitch?”
He smiled sheepishly and said it was a nice Grenache, and naturally, it came from Australia.
Sold! I paid my $9 for a glass and indulged in the mild honey and raspberry-strawberry scent. My first sip went down smoothly, as the wine was medium-sweet. The rest of the glass went down quickly and I ordered another (was it the tastiness of the wine or the pain of watching McCain?).
The Bitch hails from 40- to 60-year-old vines grown in the Ebenezer sub-region of the Barossa, in South Australia. Chris Ringland and Lisa Wetherell of Ringland Vintners make it. I wasn’t able to find a place that carries it to buy, but Eight Mile Creek (240 Mulberry between Prince and Spring Streets) they certainly have it by the glass.
While I wasn’t particularly fond of the antics of the debate, Bitch made it all worth while.
