Oswaldo Costa
Oswaldo Costa
NV Calliga Rubis Greece 12.0%
Yesterday we went to the only Greek restaurant in So Paulo, the esteemed Acropolis. It sits in the garment district, across the street from a jeans store that highlighted Brazilian preferences with brazen candor.
Emboldened by the display, I asked the owner to bring us the most typically Greek wine he had (there were four reds). What are the odds that a $10 NV Greek wine in an odd asymmetrical bottle chosen by somebody else would be any good? Slim, but it was delish. Simple, but with sufficient weight, and just the right combination of sweetness and acidity. Perfect foil for feta. Made from Agiorgitiko grape, it was, oddly enough, a dead ringer for the easy to drink, entry level Casal da Azenha from Colares we drank in Sintra five months ago. Proof that, from the Atlantic to the Aegean, peasant palates converge, and then conspire with those of geeks to fell the evil Eurotrash Empire. If you can find this odd bird at your local moussaka dispenser, give it a try.
Yesterday we went to the only Greek restaurant in So Paulo, the esteemed Acropolis. It sits in the garment district, across the street from a jeans store that highlighted Brazilian preferences with brazen candor.