|Busy breakfast and sandwich spot with occasional live performances wedged into this tight space. Next door to its wine merchant namesake, this caf� has generally long ordering lines (far too long for just coffee - and what's with the credit card purchases?). There's a curved metal window counter with stool seating, a few indoor tables, and two metal sidewalk tables in front. Using a two-group La Pavoni, they pull an espresso with a thin, dark crema that coats the surface in patches. But they pour it appropriately short, so it has a good body and a surprisingly decent flavor that's primarily of an herbal pungency. Perhaps this is the result of Mr. Espresso training? Surprising, because otherwise this caf� subscribes to the "French coffee is good" fallacy: French posters, lattes with your choice of milk the size of dog bowls, etc. Unlike French caf�s that have historically used the lower-grade robusta beans from former SE Asian French colonies, the coffee here is definitely Arabica and not bitter.