You shouldn’t take wine bars for granted.
One night you might be having some wine at the Must—and the very next night it might suddenly vanish under crazy circumstances. Lesson learned.
Well, okay, fine, the Must is back. So you’re in the clear on the taking-things-for-granted front.
This time.
Say hello again to The Must, the long-awaited return of Downtown’s onetime favorite wine bar, opening Thursday in a new spot on Winston.
Same owners. Same name. New everything else. Let’s try this again, shall we: now you’ll enter an industrial charmer of a bistro with tobacco-colored booths, gold-tinged lighting and a central bar between concrete pillars. That central bar is the best place to meet up with your date, nod in the general direction of the massive glassed-in wine closet and say something profound. Like “That’s a massive glassed-in wine closet.”
You’re probably going to be here awhile—they’ve got 100 by-the-glass options from Slovenia, Greece and Mexico—so for a change of scenery after round two, you might want to move things out to the breezy little patio where you can hear each other’s deep musings. Like “This is a breezy little patio.”
And before it’s all over, you can expect appearances from carnitas shepherd’s pie or the Sea Monster, a shrimp-stuffed corn muffin.
Not super-terrifying, far as monsters go.
One night you might be having some wine at the Must—and the very next night it might suddenly vanish under crazy circumstances. Lesson learned.
Well, okay, fine, the Must is back. So you’re in the clear on the taking-things-for-granted front.
This time.
Say hello again to The Must, the long-awaited return of Downtown’s onetime favorite wine bar, opening Thursday in a new spot on Winston.
Same owners. Same name. New everything else. Let’s try this again, shall we: now you’ll enter an industrial charmer of a bistro with tobacco-colored booths, gold-tinged lighting and a central bar between concrete pillars. That central bar is the best place to meet up with your date, nod in the general direction of the massive glassed-in wine closet and say something profound. Like “That’s a massive glassed-in wine closet.”
You’re probably going to be here awhile—they’ve got 100 by-the-glass options from Slovenia, Greece and Mexico—so for a change of scenery after round two, you might want to move things out to the breezy little patio where you can hear each other’s deep musings. Like “This is a breezy little patio.”
And before it’s all over, you can expect appearances from carnitas shepherd’s pie or the Sea Monster, a shrimp-stuffed corn muffin.
Not super-terrifying, far as monsters go.
