Eons ago, at my last restaurant gig, one of the investors regularly came in with his wife to have dinner. We’ll call him Carl. Carl owned a construction company that did commercial work all over the Bay Area. To say that Carl was successful is a major understatement. He also loved wine and had a good palate with the cellar to match. More often than not, he brought an old ...

Last night at dinner, I told Carla that I was considering having a dead bottle party. Her response was something along the lines of “what?” So I had to explain the concept. But even before I could do that, I had to provide some background.

To begin, there’s an innate curiosity that children seem to have in sharing anything food or beverage-wise ...