Creating a charming wine bar that feels like the living room of your most candle-obsessed friend just two minutes from Dalston Junction is no mean feat. But Dan’s has done just that. There’s so much to like about this usually buzzing spot: the salvaged wooden sharing table; the groups of friends sitting, standing and clinking outside; the layman’s by-the-glass board that describes glasses like ‘hectic red’ or ‘turbo piss’. Often we start outside with the sun shining and a bottle of chilled red (obviously), before moving into the flickering inside for a plate of comté and a discussion about what’s for dinner.