A cheeky little number – with just a hint of spud
A short drive from Manhattan, old potato farms are being turned into prizewinning vineyards. Sarah Barrell raises a glass.
Two hours after leaving New York I am sitting on a white sandy beach sipping a fine local chardonnay. Have I travelled by resurrected Concorde to California’s wine country? No. I haven’t even left New York. Or at least I haven’t left New York State. The north-eastern tip of Long Island, known as the North Fork, may be two hours’ drive from Manhattan but it is a world away. California still hogs America’s viticultural spotlight but thanks to Long Island’s vineyards and award-winning vintages, New York is now established on the oenophile’s map.