Book Review: Gallo Be Thy Name

Jerome Tuccille. Gallo Be Thy Name: The Inside Story of How One Family Rose to Dominate the U.S. Wine Market. Beverly Hills: Phoenix Books, 2009. 288 pages.

The American wine industry has seen tremendous change over the past eighty years. Driven (mostly) underground by Prohibition, winemakers faced several obstacles after repeal in 1933, chiefly American consumers’ failure to appreciate table wines. Beer and liquor reigned supreme in the tavern, and most Americans who drank wine preferred sweet desert wines. For the next several decades, sweetened, fortified “pop” wines continued to dominate. Since the 1970s, though, a number of California-produced varietals have become staples on American tables and winners of international wine-tasting contests, bringing the industry into the same league as its European forbears.

Along the way, the Gallo family was one of the industry’s most influential. Joseph Gallo, a Piedmontese immigrant, grew grapes in northern California before and during Prohibition. His brother Mike facilitated their transfer to the hoodlums who eagerly stepped in to supply alcohol to thirsty Americans once selling alcohol was criminalized. On the eve of repeal, Joseph and his wife were found dead on their Fresno ranch—either a result of a murder/suicide or something even more sinister.

The author speculates that this could have been a mob hit, possibly one that Ernest and/or Julio were aware of. But he provides no new evidence about the crime, and offers no theory that makes better sense than what we already know.
This technique crops up again and again in the book—there’s a great deal insinuated, but little demonstrated. There’s also some not-so-subtle word choice that portrays the family and the company in an unflattering light—several times, for example, the author references Gallo “invading” Sonoma wine country, rather than “expanding” there, as a more objective biographer might have put it. Throughout, there’s the implication that because Ernest and Julio became wealthy and powerful selling wine, they were somehow less morally conscious than less successful winemakers.

This is a passable introduction to the Gallo winery’s history, but it seems to be playing to the masses—much like the Gallo brothers’ pop wines.

Playing Casino War with the universe

With all of the problems the Large Hadron Collider has had, a pair of physicists are mulling the possibility that nature itself is conspiring against it. It’s possible, they say, that the potential creation of a Higgs boson particle is so abhorrent that “ripples through time” are preventing the machine from operating as it’s supposed to. The test, they suggest, might be a game of chance. From the NY Times:

Dr. Nielsen and Dr. Ninomiya have proposed a kind of test: that CERN engage in a game of chance, a “card-drawing” exercise using perhaps a random-number generator, in order to discern bad luck from the future. If the outcome was sufficiently unlikely, say drawing the one spade in a deck with 100 million hearts, the machine would either not run at all, or only at low energies unlikely to find the Higgs.Sure, it’s crazy, and CERN should not and is not about to mortgage its investment to a coin toss. The theory was greeted on some blogs with comparisons to Harry Potter. But craziness has a fine history in a physics that talks routinely about cats being dead and alive at the same time and about anti-gravity puffing out the universe.

As Niels Bohr, Dr. Nielsen’s late countryman and one of the founders of quantum theory, once told a colleague: “We are all agreed that your theory is crazy. The question that divides us is whether it is crazy enough to have a chance of being correct.”

via Essay – The Collider, the Particle and a Theory About Fate – NYTimes.com.

This doesn’t have anything at all to do with casinos, but it does remind us of the integral role that chance plays in the universe. What Neilsen and Ninomiya have proposed is the intellectual equivalent of getting several bad beats, then wondering if the game is rigged. Using a game of chance to test this theory sounds absurd, but at the quantum level our ideas of “common sense” are anything but.

Bye bye coffee shops?

There’s an article in today’s LVRJ about casino coffee shops being replaced by chains:

We've said goodbye or nearly so to dressing up for a night out, all-night buffets, free lounge entertainment and 99 cent shrimp cocktails. The latest Las Vegas icon to fall victim to changing market conditions: traditional coffee shops in locals casinos.The changes have been most prominent at properties owned by Station Casinos, which has or is in the process of replacing all of its coffee shops with Coco's Bakery Restaurants, Denny's or the Original Pancake House, and Boyd Gaming, which has replaced the coffee shops at the Gold Coast and Sam's Town with TGI Friday's and added Friday's restaurants along with coffee shops at the Suncoast and The Orleans.

So far, reactions have been mixed.

“I think it’s horrible,” said George Maloof.

So much for mincing words. But Maloof, owner of the Palms and Palms Place, said replacing coffee shops with chains endangers a great Las Vegas tradition that goes back to the ’40s and ’50s.

“There’s something special about a great coffee shop,” Maloof said. “When you turn it into a chain, it no longer becomes special.”

But Kevin Kelley, chief operating officer of Station Casinos, said the changes are a response to customer demand and are part of a larger trend.

via TRADITION AT RISK: Many locals casinos choosing familiar chain brands over traditional coffee shops – Taste – ReviewJournal.com.

This really isn’t a new story–I was on a panel that discussed this very issue at last year’s G2E–but it’s definitely one worth discussing.

All of this, of course, comes down to money, something that many people lose sight of. Casinos are operated to make a profit, and the people who run them have a responsibility to try to make a profit. If running your own restaurant gets you more customers, that’s what you do. If opening a Denny’s does, then that’s the best choice.

As with anything else, there’s never going to be One Right Way to operate a coffee shop. Some owners, like Maloof, will want to retain control over their operation and build their own brand. Others, like Kelley, will seek the familiarity of national chains.

This isn’t a new phenomenon–it goes back to 1985 and the opening of the first chain fast food restaurant in a casino, the Burger King at the Riveria. I wrote about this in a paper I presented at the National Conference on Gambling and Risk-Taking last May, and which is hopefully coming to an academic journal someday soon (it’s currently under review). Basically, Jeff Silver, who was running the Riv at the time, noticed the same thing that Kelley did: big crowds of people at chain restaurants, not so many at casino restaurants. So he put in the Burger King, and the experiment worked.

Personally, I prefer the charm and idiosyncrasy of a home-grown restaurant. But evidently others don’t, and casino owners have to be responsive to their customers. The ones that cater to them best will do the best.

I haven’t seen anyone make a fairly obvious connection: what we’re seeing now at the low end is exactly what’s been going on at the high end for years. Spago? Emeril’s? Nobu? Joel Robuchon? These are all, to one extent or another, international “brands” that have supplemented “native” casino eateries. Whether that’s good or bad is certainly in the eye of the beholder.

If you want a quick refresher on casino restaurant history, check out 50 Years of Dining on the Las Vegas Strip.

On a similar topic, there’s a neat LVRJ article about a Klingon gathering at Valley of Fire last weekend. Apparently they drank beer, blood wine, Gatorade, and root beer…no prune juice? Everyone knows that’s a warrior’s drink.

McManus on poker

Jim McManus has an interesting article on the American-ness of poker in the latest Chronicle of Higher Education:

American DNA is a notoriously complex recipe for creating a body politic, but two strands in particular have always stood out in high contrast: the risk-averse Puritan work ethic and the entrepreneur's urge to seize the main chance. Proponents of neither m.o. like to credit the other with anything positive; huggers of the shore tend not to praise explorers, while gamblers remain unimpressed by those who husband savings accounts. Yet blended in much the same way that parents' genes are in their children, the two ways of operating have made us who we are as a country.That's not just a metaphor, either. Geneticists have shown that there is literally such a thing as American DNA, not surprising when nearly all of us are descended from immigrants. We therefore carry an immigrant-specific genotype, a genetic marker expressing itself—in some environments, at least—as energetic risk-taking and competitive self-promotion. Even when famine, warfare, or another calamity strikes, most people stay in their homeland. The self-selecting group that migrates, seldom more than 2 percent, is disproportionally inclined to take chances. They also have above-average intelligence and are quicker decision makers. Something about their dopamine-receptor systems, the neural pathway associated with a taste for novelty and risk, sets them apart from those who stay put.

via What Poker Can Teach Us – The Chronicle Review – The Chronicle of Higher Education.

Neat stuff. I’m looking forward to his history of poker, which will be out next month.

I’m back…

And not a moment too soon. We’ve acquired a major new collection that I’m in the process of…processing and we’ve got Roger Gros giving a Gaming Research Colloquium talk this Thursday.

If you’re not curious about what kept me away for so long, you can jump down a few paragraphs for some City Center-related comedy. But if you are, read on.

I was a lecturer on the Crystal Cruises “Adventures of Tycho” cruise that had the Crystal Serenity sail from Venice to Athens, which several stops along the way. I gave three talks (one on each sea day) related to three gambling movies that were shown on board: Ocean’s Eleven (2001), 21, and Casino.

It was a lot of fun–definitely not the kind of thing I thought I’d be doing when I was in grad school, that’s for sure. Everyone on the ship was great, and as a student of the hospitality industry I took away a lot from the experience. They’ve got incredibly high standards for service that make the guest feel very, very welcome–something that we in Las Vegas should be just as good at.

In between my lectures (and hosting duties at the movie screenings) I got to do some exploring at our ports of call. When we got off the boat in Kusadasi, Turkey, I was excited. This was my first time in the country, and I was eager to explore. Imagine my surprise when, just a few feet off the boat, I found a sign directing me to the latest MGM Mirage development:

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When I saw the inimitable Chuckmonster’s post on the Mirage’s Los Angeles outpost, I just had to share this. Granted, this isn’t anywhere close to the City Center logo–it’s just a few English words rather crudely stenciled on a sidewalk. But I’m seeing a bit of a branding challenge for the project here. Just like Cosmopolitan can be a magazine or a cocktail, “City Center” might just be too vague for people outside of the Vegas orbit to grasp. I’ve already talked to people–quite intelligent ones–who’ve wanted to know about MGM Mirage’s big new project in downtown Las Vegas. This sign was just a reminder that, for most people, a city center is just the middle of an urban area. And seeing two words that I associate with gaming stuff, and hence work, pop up quite unexpectedly in another context was strange enough to record.

Kusadasi, by the way, is the gateway to Ephesus, and its bazaar is apparently home to some savvy salesman. True story: a few minutes after following the signs to “City Center,” I was walking through the bazaar while a stray but pleasant dog trotted a few paces in front of me (it’s amazing how easily a quick scratch behind the ears can make you friends). One of the shop keepers jumped out and confronted me.
“Is your dog?”
“No”
A short pause.
“Wanna buy him? I can sell.”
Setting aside the difficulties of smuggling a medium-sized stray dog aboard a six-star cruise ship, there were obviously some title issues here, so I declined. But boy, I’ve got to give the guy credit for trying. Timeshare hawkers have nothing on these guys…and that’s probably for the best.

Book Review: The Big Burn

Timothy Egan. The Big Burn: Teddy Roosevelt and the Fire That Saved America. Boston: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2009. 352 pages.

Forest fires are a perennial concern, particularly in the American West, as is government stewardship of public lands. This was no less true in 1910, when the Forest Service was young and the worst fire in American history swept through three million acres of western forest-land.

In this book, Egan looks at the personalities behind the creation of the Forest Service, with a focus on President Theodore Roosevelt and the first Chief Forester of the US Forest Service, Gifford Pinchot. Conservation guru John Muir is a little more distant, but nonetheless important to the story, as are several “Little G.P.s,” Yale-trained foresters who fanned across the West in the 1900s spreading the word and deed of forest protection.

Those who wanted to create national forest reserves had their enemies, including those who owned railroads and timber companies. William Clark, who founded Las Vegas and for whom Clark County was named, was one of them; he strenuously opposed Pinchot’s efforts.

But this is all prelude to the big story: the “big burn,” a simply massive fire that scorched much of the forest that covered the Bitterroot Range (a northern arm of the Rockies in Idaho and Montana). Pinchot’s rangers fought heroically to contain the blaze, but they were completely overwhelmed by the size and savagery of this “once in a century” fire.

The Big Burn is at its center the story of the fire, told from a variety of sources. It’s a story of both horror and heroism at the same time, as mere humans confront–with little success–a force of nature several orders of magnitude greater than them.

The book does is good job of covering the fire; I’m not so sure that it sells the reader on the idea that this fire “saved America.” Indeed, the fire in many ways demolished Muir’s idea of preservation for the sake of preservation and eased the way for the “management” of forest reserves, which included commercial logging. Though Pinchot, in his tenure as top forester, hadn’t been opposed to this concept, he attacked one of his successors, Bill Greeley, for taken this agenda further than he would have liked. In this sense, the big fire led to a repudiation of Pinchot’s founding ideals, since fire control became more important to the USFS than conservation, so it’s hard for me to see how the fire vindicated Pinchot. It gave the Forest Service a new purpose, but it didn’t stop commercial use of forests.

That being said, this is a good book that tells an story that should be interesting to any Westerner, or anyone who is interested in the evolution of government control of the of forests.

Flowers on the floor

It’s not carpet, but it does have to do with what you walk on in a casino. This little bit was in the latest Wynn Newsletter, and I thought it was interesting:

Wynn Las Vegas is a visual feast unlike any other on the Strip. There is so much to take in, so much care and thought put into design, that it would be understandable if guests took the space beneath their feet for granted. But Steve Wynn and Executive Vice President of Design Roger Thomas are visionaries who make sure nothing is taken for granted when it comes to the guest experience, so its no surprise to see eyes cast downward while people walk around the premises, fingers pointing, or young people posing for photos while lying on their backs in the middle of a field of flowers made of thousands of pieces of hand-carved, colored glass.”When you create a space, you have big ideas and then you work toward detail,” says Thomas, who created one of the most intricately detailed features at Wynn Las Vegas after envisioning impressionistic floral mosaics spread throughout the property;s walkways. The flowers come in all shapes and sizes, looking as if they were pressed in a giant book owned by French master Henri Matisse, with vivid hues culled from a palette of 35 different colors.

via Wynn Las Vegas & Encore Newsletter – 2009 September – The Glass Menagerie.

I never thought about taking pictures of people laying on casino carpet. Depending on who was posing and what they were wearing, that could take my gallery in a whole different direction–and not necessarily a good one. No, it’s best to remain a purist and focus on all carpet, all the time.

Click through and read the whole article–it really made me appreciate the work that goes into such a seemingly minor thing, and you may feel the same way.