Diary Of A Sommelier: Sunday Roast

Jake Crimmin was one of the winners of the recent Harper's Wines of Argentina competition. Whilst he was in Argentina enjoying his prize, Jake wrote about the experience, and has now been bitten by the writing bug enough to want to blog for us on a regular basis! Jake's 'Diary of a Sommelier' blog will be updated weekly. Below is the first installment...

My new best friend, without a doubt is Harpers. A few weeks back they, and Wines Of  Argentina, sent me away with a beautiful bunch of people to a  beautiful country (Argentina) to meet even more beautiful people and try hundreds of their beautiful wines. The absolute definition of a 'trip of a lifetime'.

I thank all those involved in the seamless organisation of ourutter indulgence. I was truely  honoured. All they asked in return was for us to post our blogs (see previous) which I thoroughly enjoyed. And as if that wasn't  enough they've givenme an opportunity to indulge myself some more and continue blogging. It must be my round.

I feel I'm outstaying my welcome so the only actual diary entry here I'll keep short. My friend, Stacey, and I find much entertainment in questing for the ultimate Sunday roast. I find myselflonging for the meat, veg and pudding of bygone days and like many others seek solice in the roast 'like mum made' across the capital. In reality my mum made a better nut roast than Sunday roast but that never stopped me being romantic about it.

Our quest brought us to The Duke Of Cambridge (St Peters St, Angel N1 7BJ). Londons only entirely organic gastropub. Although the fad (thankfully) hadn't spread to the wine list. The pub was heaving with  a buzzing atmosphere. By chance an old colleague from my days at 15 turned out to be the Manager and managed to squeeze us in.

The lamb leg was devine. Tender, juicy and real melt in the mouth stuff and there were great slabs of it. Stacey grabbed me an unrequested glass of Chianti, Tenuta San Vito 2006 £5.95 Gls (am I so predictable?).

This one was organic. Fresh, fruity with rasber ries prevailing this was a little young for my preferred Tuscan st yle and the chalky tannins needed more age but well balanced nonetheless. It did, however turn into an interesting cranberry sauce when washing down the lamb. At £57 we did feel like we were paying through the nose for the sake of organic andthe deserts weren't u p to anything but I'd definately go back for more of that lamb. Although it was reasonable for making me fall asleep in the middle of the Grand Prix whilst digesting it's sheer volume. I was, thankfully, back up in time for the most exciting finish of any sport. Way to go Lewis!

Please join me next week for more installments on 'How Fruit Flirts' and 'Rummaging For Roasts'.

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