It’s an interesting point, and the bar’s look fits right in with the theme. It’s an easy place to be in, and feels good, like being in someone’s house more than being in any sort of bar. It’s open, with wooden wine crates lining the walls, acting as shelves stuffed with wine (they also sell bottles), and a small balcony furnished with comfortable purple velvet furniture, old LPs on the walls (Bowie, Johnny Cash, Queen, The Specials) and Meatpaper magazine tossed on the tables.
The guys working at the bar really don’t seem to care if you don’t know anything about the wines on the list (guilty!), and talk/taste you through what they are pouring to find something you like. We got our glasses, wandered upstairs, and felt like we’d like to stay awhile.