We’ve notched a lot nicks on our outdoor drinking belts this summer, and so, there have been a variety of solutions that attempted to circumvent both the watchful eyes of security and the blistering heat. To the World Cup screening beneath the Manhattan Bridge, Woody brought baby jars filled with rosé–both instant glassware and bottle-free storage. However, the lids, we found, are not aroma free. After a few minutes, the scent of puréed carrots does dissipate, but still, there had be a better way…
There were plenty bottles more, on the afternoon that the US lost to Ghana, however, near the end of the game, the ice packs had tossed the towel, leaving the chill factor of our bottles to follow in the footsteps of the US team.
That same month at Bitches Brew Revisited in Prospect Park, we learned that our summer’s bandshell events are no longer sponsored by Brooklyn Brewery, but now by Bud. Oh God. The horror of this realization when at the counter trying to order a beer…Thank God Ellen showed up with riesling in Sippy Cups—got straight through security and quenched our thirst! Chill factor? Who cares? Even if piss warm, riesling of any kind is better than drinking Bud.
The ultimate challenge came when my parents arrived in the city at the Circle Line–my mother and I wanting a bottle for our three hour tour. Security. If not in a box, I wondered, how could we smuggle our wine? A thermos. Stainless steel like my water bottle, and insulated. If only for wine, there’ll be no risk of aromas, and stainless steel…how could I go wrong? Walking by Astor Place, I stopped by K-mart to see what I might find, and for less than $20 I picked up a Northwest Territory thermos, one liter and perfect for that one liter bottle of Gruner Veltliner that I brought to watch The Big Lebowski at the Brooklyn Bridge Park.
For the duration of these ventures, the Northwest Territory thermos kept the wine chilled, but the real test came this past weekend, when we drove out to the north shore. In what felt like a gazillion degrees, my thermos of chilled Georges Duboeuf Beaujolais-Village (a sample that we’ll visit in the next post) sat on the beach in a bit of bag shade. With only two of us drinking, we lingered our portions throughout the day. Believe it or not, the wine’s temperature stayed pretty much the same. A glass of chilled Beaujolais-Village on the beach? Now that’s an amazing f*&%ing day.