I find Osteria Da Amedeo (menu, the wine list, and more about them) in the Little Italy neighborhood of Baltimore refreshing. And not just refreshing in terms of beverages.
My visits have been somewhat frequent, but I wouldn’t call myself a regular. I’ve been here enough yet I never seem to know anyone and vice versa. In a small city like this, that makes me happy. It’s easy to just run into people in Baltimore. Of course if you go anywhere long enough, you’re bound to make a friend. You can never have enough good friends. You can also never have enough alone time. If there was something to be said for the latter, then you think one would stay home. But how’s that fun?
Friends of mine who live here or go here only rave about it. With the exception of one time going with a pal, its always just been me. My preference to be out by myself has always been with me. It’s a feeling of liberation, to have some semblance of control, and if I’m ready to leave after 5 minutes, or two hours, it feels great to have that choice.
A place like Osteria Da Amedeo lend itself to spending a little extra time, in what I can only describe was one of the more cozy bars and settings in all of the city.
This won’t be a review of the bottles, because I don’t remember them. This may come off amateurish but on a day back in the late Summer, this was not the time or place to worry about that. It was a weird day. Yet someone else might say that was one of their favorite days ever. That’s what makes this all so fun. We all can be in the same and different places and time, and think completely different thoughts and feel a contrast in emotions.
There were emotions and there was some situations. I just felt like like saying that. Yes situations can mean anything.
My mood wanted a little bit of red and a little of the while. I didn’t finish either. I just wanted something different. I forgot if I ordered a Sangiovese or Montepulciano. Like I said, this is not one of those serious reviews or discussion of labels. Not like many of them are, but I hope you sense what I’m saying and where this is going.
As I was saying, whatever my red was, I loved it. I savored it, and I savored my surroundings. I had my own company and today was enough. I love their wine glasses. You don’t see these served in this form everyday or everywhere. Wait, maybe I had one of each and I don’t remember. Oops. There are those times where I feel drained and trans
For the blanca, I went with the Gavi, which to my knowledge is the one and only time I can honestly say I’ve ever seen it, ordered it, or drank it. This detail is significant, at least to me. I love firsts and I love to feel a little part of history, even if just my own, and to anyone who reads this.
Like any new wine, it either hits you right away and makes you feel something, is an acquired taste, or is just not your glass of wine. I’m settling for somewhere in the middle. As dry as the synopsis reads, it was a little sweeter and fruitier to my liking. I could blame it on the fact I had that red (which one I’ll never know) and maybe didn’t cleanse my palate enough, or it’s just not for me right now. All that can change later. That’s the beauty of wine, and of life.
What matters is this was a good day. It was a day of reflection, healing, peace,and hopefully rejuvenation. This was two months ago and in many ways I feel more exhausted than that day. Maybe it’s because of writing so late, or maybe so much has caught up with me, that this day was at least a temporary relief, or will resonate with me for reasons that have still yet been shown to me.
Maybe and hopefully I can give a more in depth versus introspective recap on the food and wine…
For some just going out means going out, then calling it a day or night. I might take things too seriously, but I see everything has potentially significant. I may not even catch all the signs and symbols of the universe, or maybe I look or try too hard to find them. Nevertheless, they’re there.
I was happy to be there….
Peace Be With You.