You’ve noticed a trend.
A pattern, if you will, of foolproof elements that ensure every first date leaves wanting a second.
There’s the exotic ambiance. Delicately prepared food. The woman in a harness, ready to do acrobatics for your top-shelf bottle of wine.
Allow us to explain that last one...
Introducing Cibo Wine Bar, an Italian chamber of brick walls and acrobatic revelry, now open in Coral Gables.
Now, we could tell you about the breezy tabletops on the Miracle Mile sidewalk or the two boldly accented private dining rooms, but we’d be doing you a slight disservice. Because the seat you want to grab is facing the temperature-controlled glass wine cellar. More on that in a minute.
From a glance at the menu, you’ll notice the cuisine matches the decor: seriously Italian. (Really: there’s a mosaic-tiled portrait of Caesar in the bathroom.) Start with some light antipasti—say, raw tuna carpaccio with sliced fennel and orange—and then choose a wine from the 300 or so in house. Notify your waiter.
The expected part: said waiter will punch said bottle’s bin number into a computer. The unexpectedly Cirque du Soleil part: a lady—they call her the Wine Fairy—will be hoisted 20 feet high by a hydraulics system, and then she’ll be suspended midair to retrieve your red from France.
Hey, if an acrobat serves you bordeaux, you drink it.
A pattern, if you will, of foolproof elements that ensure every first date leaves wanting a second.
There’s the exotic ambiance. Delicately prepared food. The woman in a harness, ready to do acrobatics for your top-shelf bottle of wine.
Allow us to explain that last one...
Introducing Cibo Wine Bar, an Italian chamber of brick walls and acrobatic revelry, now open in Coral Gables.
Now, we could tell you about the breezy tabletops on the Miracle Mile sidewalk or the two boldly accented private dining rooms, but we’d be doing you a slight disservice. Because the seat you want to grab is facing the temperature-controlled glass wine cellar. More on that in a minute.
From a glance at the menu, you’ll notice the cuisine matches the decor: seriously Italian. (Really: there’s a mosaic-tiled portrait of Caesar in the bathroom.) Start with some light antipasti—say, raw tuna carpaccio with sliced fennel and orange—and then choose a wine from the 300 or so in house. Notify your waiter.
The expected part: said waiter will punch said bottle’s bin number into a computer. The unexpectedly Cirque du Soleil part: a lady—they call her the Wine Fairy—will be hoisted 20 feet high by a hydraulics system, and then she’ll be suspended midair to retrieve your red from France.
Hey, if an acrobat serves you bordeaux, you drink it.
