Winery Hours
January-March: Closed
April
- June: Thur., Fri., Sat. 12-9 Sun. 12-6
July- October: Mon -Wed 12-5, Thurs, Fri, & Sat 12-9pm, Sun. 12-6
November & December: Thur., Fri., Sat. 12-9 Sun. 12-6
Restaurant Hours
Closed Jan 3- March 31, 2011
Open Apr 1, 2011 thru Jan 1, 2012
Thur, Fri, Sat 4pm-8pm and Sun 1-5pm
Reservations Recommended
440-224-2444
The Farm
Nestled in northeast Ohio along the Conneaut Creek, four miles from Lake Erie
and four miles from Pennsylvania, my Finnish great grandfather's home sits
high atop the Hatches Corners Ridge. In 1850, the old farmhouse was originally
built by the Tinkers. The Tinkers were metal workers whose claim to fame was
their super strong steel and the first roadside filial mower. Through the
years, the farmhouse became a stagecoach stop along the Penn-Ohio turnpike.
All before 20th century, the farm had been a church, store, bar, and home
to the Hatch family, of which the name Hatches Corners Road came from.
The old grain farm eventually became a dairy farm when my great grandfather,
Isaac Aho, purchased it shortly after the turn of the century. My great Uncle
Bill continued the dairy farm tradition. I have fond memories as a child spending
my summers playing in the hay barn, planting vegetable gardens, catching crawfish
in the creek and taking long sauna baths. My Great Uncle Bill and his neighbor
Eddie were the first to teach me how to drive a tractor and a car when I was
nine years old. The farm continued to be productive through the eighties,
then laid vacant until I found myself back on the farm in 1996. I grew up
in the suburbs of Cleveland and became a weekend farm warrior, like my mother,
her brother and her parents had throughout their lives. I graduated from OSU
in psychology and philosophy. Worked in an advertising firm for a number of
years only to find myself back on the farm cutting the fields. Struggling
to find a way to live on the farm, I started a certified organic fruit, nut,
and vegetable farm. I quickly realized that Mother Nature loved to grow tomatoes
and grapes.
The Winery
Hmmm, tomato juice or wine? Now here is where the Italian half of my family
enters. My grandfather, Michael Tarsitano, who lived in Collinwood, always
had something bubbling away in his cellar. Elderberry, dandelion, apple, dago
red, mead, if it could be made into wine he taught me how. I took a job at
the OSU Grape Research Center and learned how to grow and care for the different
types of wine grapes. Fred Bucci, Nick Ferrante, and Joe Biscotti helped influenced
my wine making techniques, but it was Arnie Esterer from Markko, that had
the greatest impact on my style.
I planted my first vineyards in 1999. In 2000, I bought my first grapes from
the Research Center. The only press I had was my grandfathers big boy screw
press. Luckily, Fred Bucci offered to help press my grapes if I helped him
press his. Arnie Esterer told me to go pick some of his Chardonnay grapes,
and Dave Genger offered his Cabernet grapes. The next thing I knew I had 1500
gallons in my cellar, anything over 200 is illegal. So, I got bonded, dealt
with the ATF, TTB, State Liquor Control, lawyers, accountants, tigers, and
bears, oh my. The next thing I knew I opened for business Covered Bridge Weekend
2001, even though I hadn't planned on being open till 2005. Well, I guess
the dream has to find you as much as you find the dream! I went from farmer
to winemaker to wine judge to bottle washer to cook. I am the owner/enologist(winemaker)/viticultualist(grape
grower)/chef of Tarsitano Winery and Café. I have 12 varieties of wine
from Auxerrios to Pinot Noir and, including this year's plantings, 17 acres
of vineyards. I look forward to sharing the wonderful world of grapes and
wine with you and taking you through the adventure of turning sunlight into
wine.
Yours truly,
Kenneth Tarsitano