Whatever you’re drinking, take your nose out of your glass and gaze up in wonder at the magnificent chandelier here, a waterfall of downturned glasses. Then look back down, because this list is fabulous: At least 20 well-chosen wines by the glass, flights that allow you to compare three cuvées from a given producer without falling off your leather stool, and a bottle list running into the hundreds that is 98% private import. One of the city’s first wine bars, Pullman isn’t technically a wine bar at all, as its restaurant licence means you have to order food. But the small plates of gougères, mini bison burgers or the famous ‘grilled cheese’ make that duty a pleasure. Meal Required.