View from the Puckered Fig

Jitzmitthra or not, there is no holiday for any purveyor of food or drink, my aged father always said, and he was right. As owner and master of a wineshop in the tiny cubby my family had the fortune to own for five hundred years I did, at least, not have to get up like a baker in the cool hours of night to begin my day. I was on site this first day of Jitz however before the sun was over the rim.

There were always the usual pre-opening jobs, on top of having the entire basement absolutely packe