There’s something to be said for drinking wine, classy or not, in a romantic setting (i.e. the beach or in front of a fireplace). Bin 941 gives the connoisseur a sand and flame-free amorous cork experience. Sure, the place is small, if not cramped, but that only adds to the charm. (You don't suffer from claustrophobia, do you?) In my opinion, if you’re truly into the comforts of the bottle, it shouldn’t matter how close you are to your neighbouring booze-hounds; you’re all there for the same getaway. Bin - with its sultry burgundy walls, its warm golden hues and charming iron-rod-highlighted windows - takes you to a relaxed and refined place.

Bin 941, cousin to Bin 942 on Broadway (or sister, or distant relative; you get the point), is nothing short of charming. Its small space maximizes its potential, employing mirrors and artistic glass wall mountings elegantly reflecting the candlelit ambiance. The prevailing calmness can soothe even the most edged out suit. Here, there are many places to rest your wares: from the comforts of plush booths cleverly tucked at the window's edge, to small and intimate tables that make cozying up a welcome option, to a bar rail that winds its way into the privacy of a secluded, surreptitious make-out ready back hallway. It feels as exclusive deep inside as it does sitting out front. Be prepared to wait for these cherished spots, as the wine-imbibe wind-down encourages patrons to set up prolonged camp.

This little joint is a find on Davie Street. One of the truly great drinkeries in the West End, only Lolita’s matches this space for flare and charm (coincidently, the two are on opposite ends of the drag). Bin 941 doesn’t try too hard. The tapas up for offer is incredible, though, because of my ridiculous coconut allergy, I can only listen to praise of the tempestuous mussels. They’re exquisitely tiny and successful in their attempt to satisfy the snack factor when you need to have something in your stomach after bottle number two.

There are a few beers to choose from, but you’re practically in a winery for Pete’s sake: have some wine already! If you have a hard time deciding or don’t know a cab from a shizzaz for the life of you, order something from Italy. Really (they know what they're doing). The Bin has never let me down. - B.J.