My friend Carrie Omegna, who runs our company (also taught me everything I know about wine), joined me in Venice several years ago. I insisted we go to Harry’s Bar, the classic restaurant near the water, and also the birthplace of the Bellini. Even after all the attention over the years, Harry’s is still really old-school Venice, filled with gleaming wood, white-jacketed waiters, and the well-dressed, suspiciously well-behaved children of f
