Bottles I'd order again

The list that lives on my phone for the exact second a friend texts "wine shop recs?" (which, if you know me, is often). These are the places in Queens and Manhattan where I've spent an unreasonable amount of a teacher's salary building actual relationships with the people behind the counter — the kind who remember you liked the orange wine from Jura, or that you're bringing something to your sister's engagement thing. I go in for one bottle and leave forty minutes later having learned something (and with three bottles, obviously). Shoutout to the shops that let you taste before you commit — a girl on a counselor's budget cannot afford a bad decision on a Tuesday.