i was surprised to discover the extensive beer selection at a wine bar.
it's seriously stellar. stellar in the cellar, baby.
eww. that was dumb.
the wine's great too- but when i walk in and see that illuminated piece of heaven calling my name, the only thing i can do is walk like a zombie to it's heavenly light and pick out the most abstract, delicious tasting hopped filled dream imaginable.
i've had the cheese, i've had some fruit. i've acted sophisticated in conversations involving political endeavors over glasses of wine here, and also drank a couple of brewskis and guffawed over the latest will farrell flick. i point this out because there is no "type" of people that come to the place- it's all and everyone. and that's cool.
it can be crowded on the weekends because...well, it's a great place.
and one of their bartenders reminds me of zach galifianakis. i mean, he's got a beard. and he's funny. so he's zach ii.
great place.