We are a small enoteca on Dupont — Italian by heart, Torontonian by hand, and open long past when other kitchens close.
The word enoteca means a place for wine, and that's where every night here begins — a bottle chosen for the room, a glass poured slow. Around it we build the rest: charred pizza from a fired oven, hand-pulled pasta, small plates for the middle of the table, a cocktail for the person who came in from the cold.
Reservations are gentle, walk-ins welcome, groups looked after. Late kitchen for the ones who slipped out of work at nine. Kids' menu, high chairs, free parking. Dogs on the patio in summer. A room that stays warm well after last call.