The owners of the building were hovering all week. By Friday I figured maybe a little wine would help, giving me the opportunity to open this bottle of Syrah from the Monte Rosso Vineyard that had come my way (by way of the aforementioned path of bewildering generosity). It was a last minute ordeal that allowed for no research as to how to best present it, so I went with the basic cheese, bread, fruit thing, a pure shot in the dark, not quite the stuff of lamb chops.This was one big, fat, juicy glass of wine, let me tell you, and when my next bacchanalia occurs this is definitely the wine for it. But, you know, (ahem), the boss-people are fun, too.