"This hard-to-find Madison Park basement feels less like a wine bar and more like a secret clubhouse, only one that doesn’t need a password (though we’d have a feeling it’d be something like “carbonic maceration”). With just a handful of barstools in one room and some four-tops in the next, the minimal space is still exciting, thanks to nerdy natural picks and a wine-savvy owner who’ll talk shop with you over Croatian babić or Australian pét-nat. And if you’re abstaining from booze, there are exciting N/A options, like beer from Self Care or St. Agrestis Phony Negronis." - Aimee Rizzo
