This 20-seat wine bar on the outskirts of Chinatown feels pretty quiet during the week, but turns into a party during weekend peak hours. Not anything too wild, but more of a salon, where people get inspired by the natural wine, dream up ways to save the world, and scribble novel ideas on the menus printed on college-ruled notebook paper. The food is simple but excellent, from Puglian burrata served with warm olive oil-brushed housemade focaccia to broccoli drowning in cheesy shio koji beurre blanc. You’ll probably need a reservation for the three-course prix-fixe menu, but when the restaurant is not as busy, they’ll let you order a la carte.