In anoth­er of this shame­lessly unori­gin­al series, I’ve just been stuff­ing my abdo­men with ser­i­ously good snack­ing and some tasty cock­tails at this brazenly Euro­phile little place.

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The wine list is designed to tempt you out of your vin­ous rut, since while each sec­tion is “inspired” by a style or vari­et­al, it branches out from there into less obvi­ous wines. For instance, the “Riesling” sec­tion also lists Grün­er Velt­liner and that unusu­al Moscatel/Gewürtztraminer con­coc­tion known as Viña Esmer­alda. The cock­tail list is extens­ive and invent­ive, includ­ing such delights as the “Span­ish Inquis­i­tion”: rasp­berry, cin­na­mon, amaro and Amon­til­lado (I nev­er expec­ted that).

But it’s the food that really stands out. You can have a full meal, but the concept is really a sort of pan-Medi­ter­ranean tapas, with more­ish and occa­sion­ally Moor­ish morsels that include skordalia with Catalan “chastity bread”, truffled Jer­u­s­alem artichokes, pista­chio couscous and Ouzo-flamed sagana­ki. Com­bine that with pleas­antly Old World décor, reas­on­able prices and some ser­i­ous eye-candy among the wait­ing staff, and you’ve got a recipe for more than one happy bar­fly.