By Hairee Lee

Pretty Things Jack D'Or & St. Bardolph's Town
Pretty Things Beer & Ugly (But Tasty) Cheeses
For this trip to Central Bottle, we talked to Tiana DAmico to help us select the beers for our company BBQ dinner. Later at the check out counter, I ask Tiana when she started working at Central Bottle (a year ago) and how she got this job, that is, did she need to have a degree or certification to be a wine and beer consultant?

Tiana DAmico of Central Bottle
She says no. She’s self taught, she explains with a totally un-ironic smile. She’s just been doing it for over 20 years, by which I assume she means she’s been enjoying wines and beers and fine foods as a discipline for a while. Or: she knows what she’s talking about.
I’d been curious about Pretty Things beers for several weeks partly for their funky hand designed labels and partly for being a Somerville brewery. Dinner Series is always interested in local businesses. This one is founded by Dann and Martha Paquette: the husband brews the beers and the wife creates all the art work on the bottles and their brand spanking and totally funky website.
[Pretty Things] Jack D’Or was the winner to enjoy for pretty (haha) much any meal, any time.
Tiana suggested the Pretty Things Jack D’Or, a golden colored beer as the name would suggest, and St. Bardolph’s Town. Central Bottle carries 4 of the 15 different kinds of Pretty Things. But Tiana felt that the rich flavors of a BBQ would be best matched with those two beers.


The Wine and Cheese Cask is located on the north west corner of Beacon and Washington Street in Somerville, has the best selection of French wines I know of in this city, and a cheese fridge that yanks mercilessly at your olfactory organ the moment you walk into the store. I am delighted and not surprised by the two wines Daniel recommended: a red rully by Domaine Anne et Jean-François Delorme (2009) and a chardonnay by Theirry & Pascal Matrot (2009), both from the Burgundy Region. I makes me think of my favorite wine, a red burgundy from Saint Etienne. I don’t know the vintage because by the time I realized maybe I should take note of it, I was too drunk.





