Let me tell you how my love affair with wine began. I was born and raised in Hong Kong and, like most children of ambitious, successful working parents, I grew up knowing they expected me to get a top-shelf education and then a stable career.
As my parents proudly packed me off to Yale, all seemed to be going as planned. That I had decided to major in fine art, a subject I’d always adored, was okay with them. That I then developed an interest in cooking and proposed to take half my junior year off to attend culinary school was less so.
Knowing how tough restaurant life can be, my parents wisely suggested I test the water with an internship. Through my dad’s work contacts, I found one at a restaurant in Turin, the capital of the Piedmont region in northwestern Italy. I arrived with lots of enthusiasm but too little Italian to know the restaurant’s name, Boja Fauss, is actually a rather crude Piedmontese expression.
My family had hoped the experience would cure me of my foodie dreams. Instead, I returned to Yale filled with a new love: wine, specifically Piedmont’s glorious barolo and barbaresco. Soon I was working half the week at Domaine Select Wine & Spirits, a New York importer and distributor, while finishing my senior year.
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