Rake Wine Bar

Enter through the door on East 3rd Street and the room opens into a small, dimly lit wine bar built around one idea: pours that don't punish the wallet. The list favors expected regions but wanders into Austria, Croatia, and Hungary, sold by the glass or the bottle. It's a no-frills stop, better suited to quiet conversation than a scene: even with a reservation booked, walk-in seats were still open at six on a Saturday. The music sits low enough to talk over.