We were excited to try something new in the neighborhood that we could potentially ride our bikes to this summer. We were disappointed from the outset with the smell of nail polish eminatng from the shop next door. That took a bit to get over. Suggestion; a candle or something to mask the smell near the front door. After a while you got used to it but we sat as far away from that side of the room as possible and at the bar. The bartender was nice and helpful. Only 1 option for the happy hour "Daily Drinker". A Zinfandel, nothing white and it was 96 degrees outside. Suggestion; Billy Joel ("A bottle of red, a bottle of white..."). Tried the BBQ chicken flat bread. Not good. Chocked it down. Asked for a caraf to share another glass, no caraf's. Oh well. We were thanked for coming as we left but not talked with while there. Too bad. Good luck. 2 wine lovers and potential patrons lost.