Also: a lack of deviled eggs. That just kills you.
Here to help: Eno Wine Bar, a dark, moody, no-reservations spot, opening this week adjacent to the Four Seasons.
Everywhere you look in here: brick and white oak. But what’s more notable is the layout. It’s mostly two-tops, and they’re nicely spaced. Here’s one by the sidewalk-level window, for some people watching (and aren’t they funny, the people). Here’s a dark and quiet one on the second floor, overlooking the wine-barrel mobile hanging from the ceiling.
Anyway, now that you’re sharing secrets in private, time to get some wine. Eight on tap, another 30 by the glass, another 300 by the bottle. Try their private-label red from Washington State, or maybe some flights with cheeky names like Pinot Envy.
Pair them up with a grilled cheese, deviled eggs with duck confit, maybe a chocolate flight.
Of course, you have friends, too. And those friends have dates. So if you’re the planning type, book the very private downstairs room next to the wine cellar, and keep away from the M Street masses.
Or... invite them down with you.