Table at 464

You'll find yourself on Dalston's scruffy strip, pushing through the door of what looks like it could be anything—and suddenly you're in a wine bar that feels like it belongs to someone who actually cares. Table at 464 doesn't do the overworked natural wine schtick; instead, it's got that rare quality of feeling effortless. The wine list is sharp without being pretentious, the kind of place where the staff will talk you through a glass without making you feel like you've said something stupid. Low lighting, proper wooden tables, and a crowd of locals who've figured out this is where you come when you want a drink that tastes good and a room that doesn't feel like it's trying too hard.