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Cabernet franc with notes of tobacco. Citric Portuguese vinho verde. Sardinian Sibiola rosé. Wine bars—and lots of them—are adding a suave layer to New Yorkers' drinking habits. Gone are the days of raspberry cosmos and mini-burgers. Today’s Carrie Bradshaw-ite is more likely to be found cooling her gladiator sandals at an itty-bitty enoteca, swilling sparkling cava and nibbling 24-month aged raw sheep’s milk cheese, slathered with Mexican honey. A reflection of the new artisanal New York, wine bars are often annexes of establishment restaurants. Ancillaries like Blue Ribbon Downing Street Bar and Enoteca I Trulli allow sampling of the gourmet fare and extensive vineyard selections of their sit-down siblings without the multi-fork commitment. Il Posto Accanto and Le Zie Lounge capture the best of their cheap-eats landlords sans the extended-family banquet vibe. Xicala and D.O.C. Wine Bar, with their rustic Spanish and Italian authenticity, are Euro getaways minus any feelings of dollar inferiority. And elbow-jostling Bar Jamon serves as perhaps the world’s most condensed slice of Iberia. Even hipsters have graduated from PBR and squeeze cheese at neighborhoody Ten Degrees, and The Monday Room offers an obsessively curated wine list that goes just so with carefully belted floral playsuits. But it’s an enduring original like ‘ino—with its classic pressed panini, spicy reds and crisp whites—that gets our props for giving the city a whole new bouquet.   

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Cabernet franc with notes of tobacco. Citric Portuguese vinho verde. Sardinian Sibiola rosé. Wine bars—and lots of them—are adding a suave layer to New Yorkers' drinking habits. Gone are the days of raspberry cosmos and mini-burgers. Today’s Carrie Bradshaw-ite is more likely to be found cooling her gladiator sandals at an itty-bitty enoteca, swilling sparkling cava and nibbling 24-month aged raw sheep’s milk cheese, slathered with Mexican honey. A reflection of the new artisanal New York, wine bars are often annexes of establishment restaurants. Ancillaries like Blue Ribbon Downing Street Bar and Enoteca I Trulli allow sampling of the gourmet fare and extensive vineyard selections of their sit-down siblings without the multi-fork commitment. Il Posto Accanto and Le Zie Lounge capture the best of their cheap-eats landlords sans the extended-family banquet vibe. Xicala and D.O.C. Wine Bar, with their rustic Spanish and Italian authenticity, are Euro getaways minus any feelings of dollar inferiority. And elbow-jostling Bar Jamon serves as perhaps the world’s most condensed slice of Iberia. Even hipsters have graduated from PBR and squeeze cheese at neighborhoody Ten Degrees, and The Monday Room offers an obsessively curated wine list that goes just so with carefully belted floral playsuits. But it’s an enduring original like ‘ino—with its classic pressed panini, spicy reds and crisp whites—that gets our props for giving the city a whole new bouquet.   

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Cabernet franc with notes of tobacco. Citric Portuguese vinho verde. Sardinian Sibiola rosé. Wine bars—and lots of them—are adding a suave layer to New Yorkers' drinking habits. Gone are the days of raspberry cosmos and mini-burgers. Today’s Carrie Bradshaw-ite is more likely to be found cooling her gladiator sandals at an itty-bitty enoteca, swilling sparkling cava and nibbling 24-month aged raw sheep’s milk cheese, slathered with Mexican honey. A reflection of the new artisanal New York, wine bars are often annexes of establishment restaurants. Ancillaries like Blue Ribbon Downing Street Bar and Enoteca I Trulli allow sampling of the gourmet fare and extensive vineyard selections of their sit-down siblings without the multi-fork commitment. Il Posto Accanto and Le Zie Lounge capture the best of their cheap-eats landlords sans the extended-family banquet vibe. Xicala and D.O.C. Wine Bar, with their rustic Spanish and Italian authenticity, are Euro getaways minus any feelings of dollar inferiority. And elbow-jostling Bar Jamon serves as perhaps the world’s most condensed slice of Iberia. Even hipsters have graduated from PBR and squeeze cheese at neighborhoody Ten Degrees, and The Monday Room offers an obsessively curated wine list that goes just so with carefully belted floral playsuits. But it’s an enduring original like ‘ino—with its classic pressed panini, spicy reds and crisp whites—that gets our props for giving the city a whole new bouquet.   

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