Last night: Vadim drove down from Connecticut to see a share that I am deeply interested in. Carroll Gardens, gorgeous- exceptional. We decided to get a light bite, and to meet up with Max, over wine. Max suggested the Black Mountain Wine House, as he had been meaning to check it out.
The lighting is wrapped in honey hues, the crowd decent, the tables wood and carved with names of friends and lovers. Max (who apparently needs adult supervision) requested: an ashtray, a lemon, a glass of water and some matches. The skeptical barkeep decided to entertain the requests. Max performed magic. Max's magic earned us free glasses of wine.
On the suggestion of the barkeep, I sipped on the Flying Vine Red. The wine is a delightful, easy blend of Cab, Petit Verdot and Syrah. Vadim and I split the Thai Curried Mussels and Max requested the Panini, which is affectionately described as, "The House Mortadelia, Hot Peppers and Polish Bacon The Hipster; Goat Cheese, Eggplant and other cool stuff!" Both dishes were on par with wine bar expectations and quite wonderful in their balance of spice and variety.
Black Mountain is a gorgeous little spot. It's ideal for sinking into pillows, low light and conversation. The service proved to have a decent mix of attention, and anticipation of desires. The food plates are varied, curious and $10 each. I'll return. I'm interested in trying the Pitch Cabernet (Walla Walla, 2004) which is currently a featured bottle.
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