This quaint, wooden shoebox is a welcome retreat in Danforth. Wine bottles line the perimeter of a room that has a pleasant sepia tint. In fact, there’s no pretense at all here, which in part is what makes this restaurant so appealing. The menu is small, nothing extravagant or overly complicated, and offers far more vegetables than one might expect from a wine bar (adobo- roasted carrots with green goddess, anyone?). Beef, though, is still very much welcome at the table, highlighted as a weekly special, usually paired with a superb tangle of shoestring French fries. With or without a reservation, you should take a seat, order the fried polenta cakes with romesco and boquerones, and relish in the ease of a place that gets all the little details right.