This Washington Heights block might consist primarily of farmacias, rehab centers, and beauty salons, but despite the unlikely location, this classy wine bar manages to pull its weight in Sangiovese. The oak-grain floors, tables, and stools are reminiscent of a Rhineland tavern, and the photographs of sweeping, vast urban landscapes mounted on the brick walls contribute to its nice ambience. Higher along the walls hover row after row of Makers Mark and Prosecco bottles. The place even sports a fully equipped kitchen dishing out sliders, portobello pizza, and yucca fries. But its uptown roots shine through all the spit-polish downtown presentation: On the speakers, Auto-Tune booty anthems reign supreme.