"Distributors bring me the strangest things they have," brags Jill Weber, who began Jet Wine Bar as a sideline to her globe-hopping career as an archaeologist.
As a result, the sleek blue-tinted resin bar bending through this vest-pocket South Street space has become a destination for adventure drinkers who don't want to trade obscurity for good taste.
Brazilian bubbly? Try a surprising flute of Salton's almondy brut. How about a bone-dry Chilean white take on Pedro-Ximenez (Cucao PX) a grape better known in syrupy Spanish sherry?
There have been wines from Morocco and Lebanon, little-known French Negrette (Ce Vin), and intriguing reds from white-centric zones like Germany (Dornfelder from Guntrum) and Austria, such as this 2010 Krise Blaufränkish from Uwe Shiefer. A blue grape with the weight of pinot noir, but softer and duskier, it had the perfect fruit and spice for Jet's pulled pork in blackberry barbecue sauce.