Doctor Joe, the West Seattle wine collector whose cellar we described a while back, sautées some veal, steams some broccoli, slices a tomato, then scatters shredded basil over the plate. The star: a bottle of 1990 Romanée St. Vivant, one of those wondrous, silky-smooth Burgundies that leaves grown men speechless. The setting: a spectacular Seattle sunset.
Civilized sensory overload, I call it. Please, sir, I want some more...