The other night was a to be a night of grand wine, but an act of foolishness and the curse of Dionysus made for a very interesting evening. My older brother moved back to Portland just before the new year, so to celebrate his return my parents planned a dinner at Ringside. Prior to the dinner my brother and I were conspiring wines to take to to the restaurant, and he spoke the words…1986 Chateau Latour. Of course I was riddled with excitement! I scrambled to source a bottle with some age at my fav shop, and ended up with a 2001 Masi Mazzano. I decanted the wine at home, due to the fact that the wine was still very young and needed every chance it could get, so wine back in bottle and corked, I head for the dinner. Here is where it gets slippery, not 90 seconds after being seated the head host comes to the table and says, ” I’m sorry, the OLCC considers this an open container, I can not serve you this wine”, as he fingers my decanted Masi. I concede with little retort and place the bottle on the floor next to my chair. At that my older brother taps the Latour and says “Then start here!”, our server pulls the capsule off, opens, decants, and pours my brother a taste. He swirls, smells, and immediately says “its corked”. A heavy sigh comes from our table, and with that a special bottle of Amarone is shunned to the floor, and a legendary bottle of first growth Bordeaux is headed for a sink drain. In the end we didn’t make out bad at all taking into account my brother always brings a second bottle incase the first is bad. So his on deck 1994 Chateau Leoville Barton , and a 1997 Monsanto Il Poggio from the list sang at our table as perfectly cooked steaks and french fries arrived. All in all it was a fun evening with a story I will never forget.