27 January 2010
Bin No. 220
Slipping down the cobblestone path of the South Street Seaport, we found ourselves taking a few seats along the bar at Bin No. 220. Warm red lights and bottles line the walls, low chattering patrons scattered in nooks. The menu is simple and lovely: cured meats, olive and truffle oil flights with bread- The bar keep gingerly apologized for asking me a question while I was Shazaming a song.
The menus come in paper bags, a humbling detail, n'est-ce pas? I sipped on the Blanc de Sers 2005. The glass was crisp with sweet hints of peach and herb. Small cards are provided to mark the wine you drink, including spaces for the vintage and notes. This detail communicates: come in, enjoy and take the experience with you.