Ten seats at one long table, low-intervention bottles poured all night, and plates sent out family-style. Come as you are; leave having made a few friends.
We pour as we go — six bottles across the evening, each introduced in a sentence, none precious about it. Food arrives in waves and stays in the middle of the table. No seating chart, no speeches.
A quiet ground-floor space in Karaköy, candles and worn wood, room for exactly ten.
Elara has been hosting wine dinners for years — the kind where the point is the people, not the labels. She’ll walk you through each bottle without making it a lecture.
Doors at 7, we sit by 7:30. Ten seats only. Refundable up to 48 hours before — after that, the bottles are already bought.