A Late Arrival

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Our first annual late night BYO Barolo party was one of those nights where every wine seemed to fire on all cylinders, and it set the bar for every party since. It was three years ago and the who’s who of the Los Angeles wine scene filed through the secret/not-so-secret passage and into the back room of Terroni, one of the city’s best Italian restaurants. The word got around and a slew of Italian wine importers and even the old guard came out for the show. Every producer from anyone’s list of top twenty Barolos found their way into the room that night. There were numerous vintages of the undisputed kings of the region: the Conterno clans, both Mascarellos, the Burlotto families from Verduno, the Rinaldis (the great and the less great), Giacosa, Vietti, Brovia mags. You name it, they were there. The decibels rose from DJ Nahchey’s mix as the room filled and began to spill into the main dining room and into the back parking lot. An hour in, you could hardly make your way through to the long, heavy wooden tables, pushed against the red brick wall, covered with a growing metropolis of Barolo bottles.
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