The Legend of the Black Rooster
June 1988. The green Volkswagen Beetle winds through the Chianti with deliberate slowness, on the legendary route 222. My parents in front, me in the back, stretched out over the seats.
It’s Sunday, and family tradition dictates that we go for a little drive. This almost always means the rolling hills of the Black Rooster, or in other words, of Chianti Classico, which are riven by the same straight road that bisects almost all of Tuscany. It passes through the gorgeous hill towns of Panzano, ...