Black Mountain Wine House — Restaurant in New York

Stumbled into a joint in Brooklyn, Black Mountain Wine House, a real cozy nook that's got the kind of fireplace that'd thaw the ice in Bukowski's bourbon. The place smells of mulled wine, the kind that warms your insides better than a landlord's promise.

Snacks here are like the sentences in a John Fante novel - no messing around, straight to the good stuff. And the books, hell, they're scattered around like old lovers' letters, pages worn from fingers flipping through 'em, looking for life's answers between sips.

The music's got soul, the kind that'd make old Buk nod in approval, tapping his foot beneath the table. It's not just a bar, it's like stepping into the den you always wanted – where the world makes sense and the wine flows like the words from a beat-up typewriter.

You want a slice of home without the screaming kids and the leaking sink? Hit up this place. It's where the walls might whisper Bukowski verses if you listen close enough over the...

Wine and atmosphere were top notch. Dillon was either having an off night or grumpy in general. He was dismissive to a person near my friend and I. Then later asked me to deal with my friend. I was not near my friend to witness the issue; I also am not running the bar to manage it. This is where Dillon comes into play. He seems to be responsible, but not able to disengage an issue by himself. Being asked to "deal with my friend" is not my responsibility; I am a customer. She came back after using the restroom and the tables and exterior seemed to be unaffected. So I am still curious why Dillon asked me to disengage my friend. Once my friend came back, still seeming in control of her actions, Dillon delivered water and the check. I walked to the bar and told Dillon that there was a better way to deal with this and he just stared at me and said "ok". This is a weird way to spend a Friday. I'll choose a different more...

I came here on one of the first chilly days in fall - by the time I made it here, I could barely see since my hair was all across my face. I was so excited to see the blazing fire and find the interior slightly dark, warm, and inviting. There's lots of variation in seating options - lots of space at the bar, standard 2 and 4 top tables, as well as some sofas over by the fire (as to be expected, those were never vacant). I found their Gruner Veltliner to not be as tasty as their Finger Lakes Riesling. They also have cocktails and many craft beers from which to choose. Their cheese selection, though small, was excellent - paired with bread slices and spreadable preserves. Their food options are decent but not extensive - however, they do have quite a few additions per day as specials. Next time, their pumpkin soup...