Wine and cheese.
Wine and mini fried-chicken-oyster po’boys topped with bacon chips.
Which would you choose...
Make room at Art’s Table, a new Montana Avenue wine bar pouring draft vino and serving, well, things widely acknowledged to be better than brie, now open.
So, the next time you’re thinking of taking a date to jog the Santa Monica Stairs, don’t. Audible to this nearby wine bar instead and spend the afternoon drinking on-tap malbecs, pinots and Belgian Trappist ales (not a wine, but you’ll let it slide).
The backlit white-oak bar would be a fine place to post up. Sip something from Napa. Flirt with someone from Santa Monica. Eat veal, pork and beef sloppy joe sliders. In the most seductive way possible, of course.
Though, if you’re here on more formal business, a two-top on the awning-covered sidewalk would probably be your best move. Order a couple of wines by the glass and a few of those po’boys with the bacon chips, and you should be all set.
Hard not to be impressed by bacon chips.
Wine and mini fried-chicken-oyster po’boys topped with bacon chips.
Which would you choose...
Make room at Art’s Table, a new Montana Avenue wine bar pouring draft vino and serving, well, things widely acknowledged to be better than brie, now open.
So, the next time you’re thinking of taking a date to jog the Santa Monica Stairs, don’t. Audible to this nearby wine bar instead and spend the afternoon drinking on-tap malbecs, pinots and Belgian Trappist ales (not a wine, but you’ll let it slide).
The backlit white-oak bar would be a fine place to post up. Sip something from Napa. Flirt with someone from Santa Monica. Eat veal, pork and beef sloppy joe sliders. In the most seductive way possible, of course.
Though, if you’re here on more formal business, a two-top on the awning-covered sidewalk would probably be your best move. Order a couple of wines by the glass and a few of those po’boys with the bacon chips, and you should be all set.
Hard not to be impressed by bacon chips.
