
A harbourside bar pouring small-grower, low-intervention bottles, funky, honest, and always a little alive.
We pour low-intervention wine from small growers who farm without shortcuts. Nothing added, nothing stripped away, just fermented grapes that taste like the place they came from.
The list changes every week because the good stuff runs out, and we would rather chase something new than keep pouring the safe thing.
Two of us sit down every Tuesday and taste the week in. If it does not move us, it does not get poured.

A short menu of things that make the wine sing: cured meats, funky cheese, and whatever the market gave us.

Rotating pours from growers we love.



Everything by the glass, and most of what sits on the shelf, follows these rules.
Organic or biodynamic in practice, certified or not. We visit the ones we can drive to.
Native yeast, nothing added, nothing stripped. Sulfur only at bottling, and only if the wine asks for it.
Around 180 labels, forty of them under thirty dollars, twelve open on any given night.
Two thirds are farms under ten hectares. Half are the first generation to bottle their own fruit.
The by-the-glass list changes every Tuesday. Nothing stays open longer than two days.
Twenty dollars, waived if you bring something we do not carry and pour us a taste.
“The only list in town where I trust every single pour.”
“Funky, alive, and never pretentious about it.”
Four people, one room, no sommelier theatre.
Spent nine years importing from the Loire before deciding she would rather pour it herself.
Rewrites the glass list every Tuesday and will happily talk you out of your usual.
Cooks six things a night, all of them meant to be eaten with your hands.
Remembers what you drank last time and whether you actually liked it.




For parties of four or more. Otherwise, pull up a stool.
Yes, everything on the list is available as retail.
Low-intervention: organic fruit, wild ferment, little to nothing added.
A short snack menu, always built to match what is open.