On Dec 20, 2:17*pm, Emery Davis > wrote:
> On 12/20/2012 06:22 PM, Bi!! wrote:
>
> > Cordellian Bages is always a good value wine in my cellar. * I've
> > stayed there a few times....good chef and convienent to Lynch Bages
> > and The Baron and Comtess.
>
> Hi Bill,
>
> In the early 90s Adele and I stayed there for a few days with close
> friends Lloyd and Allison while exploring the Medoc. *(Lloyd and I are
> old wine buddies, we used to picnic every month or so with whatever
> great bottle we could find; I remember a way too young '82 Margaux one
> spring day for around the price of the C-B today!)
>
> The wine highlight of the trip was a very deep vertical at Haut Bailly.
>
> There was a mishap at the restaurant which we still talk about
> sometimes, we had all order the "pigeon in 3 ways", something happened
> in the kitchen and there was about a 45 minute pause between each pigeon
> course. *The restaurant was pretty appalled when they realized what was
> happening, and we were all in good humor (and no hurry) so no harm was
> done. *I also have a fond recollection of the food in spite of the
> screwup...
>
> -E

Hi Emery-
Great recollections of a fun place! We were there in the late
90's with a dear muscian friend and his wife. After dinner one
evening we adjourned to the salon and began drinking Cremant de Limoux
with a dash of brandy in the stem of the flute (bad idea) another
guest and his wife joined us as we had toured The Baron together
earlier than day. The other guest was from a prominent Columbian
family (Escobar) and recognized my musician friend (Roger McGuinn) and
requested that Roger play a song. We had no guitar so Sr. Escobar
sent a busboy out to find a guitar. He gave the lad a couple hundred
Euros/Francs (they were just starting to convert currency) and told
him not to come back without a guitar. While the lad was out getting
the guitar Roger slipped up to his room and came down with one of his
Martin stage guitars as he was on tour at the time. The lad returned
forlorn and empty handed but Mr Escobar told him to keep the money and
just keep bringing more Cremant. At 2am the night manager apologized
that they had run out of Cremant and could he suggest something else.
Thankfully Mrs Escobar had had enough and we could adjourn to bed
after singing every song the Byrds ever recorded. The next day I only
ordered the soup.