I wish there were another wine bar or restaurant in Manhattan that I could rave about. A place that sells beautiful, small producer wines by the glass at inexpensive prices. A bar that is bold enough to pour something oxidized, weird and downright stinky or a “still” wine with unintentional fizz, from grape varieties and regions that few have heard of. Yes, of course, I’m talking about Ten Bells. I sprinted over (that’s how enthusiastic I was) to meet a friend and to drink some guaranteed good juice on Monday night. We wanted to try different things so we went by the glass, starting with a Philippe Jambon Roche Noir from Beaujolais, the Robinot Concerto D’Oniss (Pineau d’Aunis), Claude Courtois Quartz (a Sauvignon Blanc from Sologne in the Loire) and the orgasmic Rene Moss Anjou Blanc. What a line up. It’s time to declare it: I love Ten Bells.