Eric Pfifferling (Domaine de l'Anglore)
L'Anglore Cuvee des Caprices Chasselas
Rest in peace, Justin Chearno.
Listening to his name ring out in every conversation around me here at Le Verre Volé in Paris, a restaurant which was more like a cathedral to him, a shrine where he was both worshipper and deity, I remember my friend and the great gifts he gave me. Everything tasted better with Justin at my side. I felt smarter, stronger, and cooler. So did everyone around him. Losing him is like losing one of your senses; it’s just suddenly that much harder to interpret the world around me. I miss him.
Rest in peace, Justin Chearno.
Listening to his name ring out in every conversation around me here at Le Verre Volé in Paris, a restaurant which was more like a cathedral to him, a shrine where he was both worshipper and deity, I remember my friend and the great gifts he gave me. Everything tasted better with Justin at my side. I felt smarter, stronger, and cooler. So did everyone around him. Losing him is like losing one of your senses; it’s just suddenly that much harder to interpret the world around me. I miss him.