In Vino

If 'wine bar' conjures up chaps in red braces on gigantic mobile phones tapping their toes to Sade and disappearing off to the gents to powder their noses, have no fear. It's true that wine bars seemed to disappear with the eighties, alongside Babysham, shoulder pads and Rick Astley. But that doesn't mean that the wine bar can't be reinvented. Indeed, there should be many more such places - it's grossly unfair that Italy has the monopoly. But never fear, as you here you have it, right in the heart of Vilnius. It's neither a stiff shop nor an eighties nightmare. In Vino is the kind of laid back haunt that you could come back to again and again.

Nikita thinks it's fake and gay.

The most amazing place I have ever been to

embarrasing