Bar with a basic name and beaucoup wine reels in Washington's cultured middle management and those aspiring towards the same. Bare everything-bulbs, walls, and floors-while breasts stay concealed behind cocktail dresses and silk scarves. Main attraction found inside a hundred plus bottles with labels in French, Italian, and Spanish. Clink, clink and prolonged swilling punctuate urban chatter, sitcom laughter. Euro-centric tapas pair extremely well, make you reconsider chicken livers. Call ahead.