DiSotto Enoteca

I stirred a honeycomb fragment into a jar of thick, rich ricotta, swirling in just the right amount of sweetness. I spread it on a piece of grilled bread. There were glasses of mellow Italian red wine on the table, toasts slathered with burrata and the most flavorful roasted tomatoes that February can get its hands on. A server twirled a fork, whisking egg yolks nesting in brioche. I generally hate sharing, but with this, a truffled egg toast, it was imperative—perfect in three bites, but overkill with one more. It’s Tuscany by way of the Gold Coast at this cavelike bar, where the room coddles you with an exposed brick ceiling and a wall lined with some of the 100-plus wines available. But while at Scott Harris’s other eateries(Purple Pig, Davanti) there’s an expectation to balance wine and food into the semblance of a meal,  at DiSotto—with a menu of just antipasti, bruschetta, meats and cheeses—the scales are tipped to drinking. Which means that although the bar’s only a floor below Francesca’s on Chestnut, anything besides the simple pleasure of beautiful wine and gratifying snacks will quickly begin to feel far, far away.