I tripped upon this item today over at Serious Eats: There’s apparently a new fondue joint in Soho, La Cave des Fondus that, for reasons that defy logic, is offering wine out of baby bottles. The very idea has already generated a small shitstorm over at the New York Times‘ Diner’s Journal blog.
Personally, I don’t understand the attraction, even if I were still stuck in my oral-fixation stage. I mean, you can’t smell the wine. You can’t enjoy its color. And worst of all, you can’t let in a little air to help open the wine. What’s the point, people?
Are we all so stressed that we need a little culinary wet-nursing now?
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