Where to Get a Drink in London if an Unpronounceable Volcano Strands You in London, or: Iceland Needs to Chill
In a few short years every major city on earth will have a wine bar and/or shop named Terroir, or some equivalent name, and I will make it my duty to visit every single one of them. So far i’ve worked at the one in SF (still the best), drank at the one in New York, and now, thanks to Eyjafjallajokull i saddled up for anight of natural wine at Terroirs in London (which i will probably do again tonight, as the ash plume doesn’t look like it will be letting up anytime soon) thanks to the recommendation of everyone’s favorite natural wine guitarist, Anthony Wilson.
Taking a look at the list (which i would link to if vodaphone let me view wine related websites) i immediately noticed a lot of familiar faces. Catherine and Pierre Breton, Valette, LaPierre, Lassaigne, and the phenomenal prosecco (seriously folks, there is a good prosecco) from Casa del Piane. Looked good enough (actually better than that, they even have bottles of Overnoy), so i tucked into some duck rillettes with a glass (or a few).
The bartenders and kitchen staff (the menu is limited but strong on pairable, simple stuff) are an international, friendly bunch, hailing from England, Portugal, Brazil, France, and Australia which is a good group to have around if you’re stranded a long way from home.
So, the next time a volcano spews hot ashes into some of the busiest airspace in the world forcing you to spend your days in London furiously refreshing ba.com (or if, you know, you’re just in London under regular, non-volcano circumstances), i suggest stopping by and saying hi to all the folks over at Terroirs.