A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about my ideal wine bar, a place I could call home and nuzzle with everyday. At the time, it didn't exist yet in Tampa, but today, I found a pretty damn close example. It's not the warm, cozy, fluffy-couch place of my dreams, but the wine list… sa-weet! The only bad thing? It's in a deli and I don't eat much bread.
This article appears in Feb 18-24, 2009.