Should I take all the credit? Hell, why not? I mean come on; my mission statement alone speaks volumes as to the potential of the hood (ie: terroir) and it was just a matter of time until the viticultural entrepreneurs woke up and listened. Minor issues like the climate (you know, oppressive humidity, wildly unpredictable thunderstorms, torrential rains and stinky smog), soil (uhh, concrete mostly, right?) and lack of non-brownstone real estate have been circumvented by…buying grapes from other places. Who’d a thunk?
Either way, we’ve got the Nets (err…will have them), miss our Dodgers and have already staked our claim on Lebron (assuming Europe doesn’t scarf him up for the 50 million euros they’ve been dangling in front of his Cleveland estate), so making our own fermented grape juice was the logical next step. Take that Manhattan! We don’t want you snobs to visit us anyway…so stay on your side of the bridge and tunnel barge….our tropical, east river views of your skyline are better anyway.
Here’s to you Brooklyn, Time Out New York’s favorite borough. Welcome to the leagues of wine-dom. Hey, if India can do it, so can we!