Turning water into wine was miraculously easy for Jesus, fine tuning palettes to recognize exceptional wines is far more difficult, unless you are sipping on ambrosia at Covell wine bar. This is where real conjuring happens. Magician bartenders pasting ignorant tongues like mine, with fruitful surprises.
Don’t be restrained from being picky about your tipple, tasting a selection of wines before settling for the right one is encouraged and cheers-ed. Patrons are given a dignified education if they so wish and, if already connoisseurs, are bestowed a stellar cellar to carouse through. Covell is not an ostentatious place where wine prices are incongruent with quality nor like to parade the names of well-known cliché vineyards to seduce unbeknown novices.
A film noir setting, the mood lighting and bar stool seating is seducing and if you squint – probably inebriated and have a little imagination – you could be sharing a pew next to Bette Davis.
It gets busy on the weekends so be prepared to be rubbing shoulders, clinking glasses and licking vinaceous droplets off your thumb. For all adversaries of wine, there is an extremely extensive beer list which also court barrels so don’t let the pseudonym of a hole in the wall wine bar put you off, this is also a merry tavern. Marry your gulps with a mouth-watering cheese board or their famous booze mopping spicy mac n’ cheese.