Tiny Wine Bar & Shop

You walk into Foley Street and suddenly you're somewhere that feels utterly unpretentious despite serving some genuinely interesting wine. The space is small—properly small, not Instagram-small—with the kind of cluttered charm that comes from actually caring about what's on the shelves rather than how it photographs. You're surrounded by bottles you've never heard of, Italian cured meats hanging about, and a counter where someone's genuinely excited to talk you through what they're pouring. The crudo is fresh and handled with real restraint; they're not trying to be clever, just good. It's the sort of place where you pop in for a glass and stay three hours because you got talking to the person next to you and the owner keeps finding bottles that shouldn't work but absolutely do.