This was the most comfortable, cozy bar experience I've ever had. Maybe a bit too comfortable, considering the astonishing rate at which my wife carelessly slurped down dirty martinis. (I can hear her vomiting in the bathroom as I'm writing this review the next morning.)
The back rooms of this wine & martini bar felt like the catalog pages of the Ralph Lauren Brothel Collection. We slid deep into a leather couch in front of the gorgeous, antique metal fireplace, and we never moved for 3 whole hours while the kindly waitress brought us a steady procession of drinks. Next time, I'm going to arrive here in my robe and slippers.
I think you would have to be insane NOT to bring a date here. I don't know where you live, dearest reader, but I would venture to say that 806 Wine Bar is way more conducive to your getting laid than your shitty Parma duplex with the foosball table in the formal dining room.