Meinklang Grüner Veltliner and fish in citrus oils

Meinklang grower/winemaker Angela Michlits The first time I read about Austria’s Grüner Veltliner, it meant nothing to me as a white wine grape. I did, however, think it might make a good name for German punk rock group; banging out something like I Will Survive in German, two beats behind a messed-up ska, but in half the time it might take Robert Plant to clear his throat. Of course, that was around 1980. It would be another ten years before I tasted my first Grüner Veltliner, and I think another ten before I could successfully convince my restaurant staffs that it was worth suggesting. Ah, but time the avenger , to quote Chrissie Hynde, and today a restaurant ain’t got that swing unless it’s serving at least one good Grüner by the glass. Why? Because as we wine lovers get that thang called sophistication we realize that wines with a real edge (and few wines are as crazy tart and expressive as Austrian Grüner) are a lot more interesting than soft, fluffy, predictable w...