It’s not the excited speed of an eatery, where discussion is practically optional to the ministrations of a drifting server (in the event that you’re fortunate). It’s anything but a tasting room in a moist wine basement, where your teeth jabber from the brought down temperature.

No, it’s a metropolitan, current peculiarity known as a wine bar. The environment is loose, easygoing. The temperature is agreeable – so are the parlor seats. There’s administration assuming you need it, yet at the same it’s not prominent. You can pause for a minute or two and wait as long as you need, and generally grab a bite on the off chance that you’re in that frame of mind.

The primary wine bar I visited was called Metropolitan Enoteca – the ‘wine library’. It was special in my space in that it was the main spot that addressed wine cultivators straightforwardly. Rather than getting individuals to visit the wineries around the state, it carried the wineries to individuals. Six or seven vintners were addressed at the Enoteca, each with a very much educated, well disposed delegate giving the historical backdrop of the organization and a definite portrayal of its wines. It was difficult to pick which winery I needed to test, yet at last a syrah from one of them got my extravagant. I requested a ‘pour’, and wound up with a ‘glass”. The samplings are not free, as you would anticipate from a wine bar.

As I sat on a calfskin sofa taking notes, a respectable man halted to ask my name. I told him, and figured out that he was the owner of the Enoteca. It had been his plan to open it up, and to have an amazing food determination to go with the wines. I was more than happy to meet him, particularly when I let him know I was expounding on wine bars and he asked me for my card.

The second and third wine bars I visited were more average, seeming as though cafés, with the exception of the unselfish wine shows. I attempted another syrah at one and a class of shining wine at the other. Neither disheartened my sense of taste. I commented to my sidekicks that a wine bar was a spot I felt happy with going into as a solitary, unaccompanied lady. Conversing with a server, she informed me that the principal contrast between a wine bar and a bar or mixed drink relax was the customers. Individuals who value wine, instead of individuals who simply need to drink, is by all accounts the distinction.