Wine bars I keep going back to

Okay, confession: half my Bernal Heights walks are secretly just excuses to end up somewhere with a glass of something red in my hand (the other half is dog-watching on the hill, let's be honest). I've been collecting these spots for years now, from my own backyard at VinoRosso to places way out past the Mission I only discovered because a castmate from my last community theater show dragged me along. Grab a friend, split a cheese board, and circle back to thank me later.