“And there’s just so much to take in, on the internet and so on, isn’t there sir? Well, I think we’re ‘up to speed’ with all of it, as they say,… A formal dinner party? As opposed to a kitchen supper?”
“Well, just a few friends…”
“When and where, sir?”
“Does that matter? I mean, I…”
“Oh yes, sir, I mean this weekend, next weekend…? We track the local weather, you see, because atmospheric pressure and humidity can alter flavour perception.”
“Really?”
“Oh yes, sir! Makes a difference! But if you’re travelling…”
“Oh, it’s local, I’m local, I just don’t usually come in here, only I wanted to get something decent for this dinner.”
“Of course, sir. Serious matter. Serious matter. Before I make so bold as to suggest some wine, do you have the menu with you? Our pairing advice is based on the dishes’ fattiness, acidity and so on, and of course it’s the sauces that matter, not the meat or fish itself…”
“Well, my wife…”
“And what will be playing, sir – classical, rock, jazz…?”
“I’m sorry?”
“Your background music, sir. Rhythm, pitch, articulation, it all alters the taste, you know. Oh yes."
“I haven’t…”
“And are you decanting, sir? Aerating? Or hyper-decanting? How far ahead of the meal? Did you bring your timetable with you, sir? And how will you be maintaining the temperature? Are you centrally-heated? What is your room temperature?”
“Look, I don’t know that much about wine…”
“Oh, forgive me, sir, then I should have asked, do you actually possess a corkscrew? Because we do have bottles I can offer you with screwcaps. But there’s a wealth of advice on how to remove corks by other methods, using a shoe, or a knife, or a hammer, if you have any of those. Or if you’d rather, we can sell you a corkscrew? Waiter’s Friend? Screwpull? Pronged?”
“I’m not…”
“And glasses, sir?”
“I’m okay for glasses, thank you.”
“No, what shape, sir? Makes a difference! And what kind? Riedel, Zalto? I can see you’re what Jancis Robinson describes as ‘big-nosed’.”
“I beg your pardon??”
“Her glasses are designed to accommodate the big-nosed, sir. And they’re ‘gossamer-thin’. ‘Gossamer-thin’, sir. ‘Once you have experienced this delicacy,’ as she says, ‘you really can't go back.’”
“Well I can, actually. Back to the supermarket. Thank you.”
“Oh dear, sir. Well, perhaps one day…”
(The door closes.) “’Twelve pounds’???”
PK
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