Royce sells themselves as a wine bar, an adjunct to Old Granite next door where they presumably share a kitchen for the appetizers, but it's about as much a wine bar as Vino Jungle, you know, the place where baristas graduate to serve wine not by learning about wine but serving latte's. If you want to know what a real wine bar is all about, I suggest West Street Wine with the owner's encyclopedic knowledge of wine and wine regions or Midtown where you have an extensive wine-by-the-glass list along with flight opportunities. Heck I'd even recommend UnCork'd Eatery at Midtown with an extensive Italian selection and a passionate bartender who actually knows a thing or two about the wines she serves. In fact, go there, and then go to Royce, and tell me what you think. Instead, at Royce, you have to ask what every wine tastes like and be exposed to a rather obtuse, abstract rendering of the taste profile after which you're not entirely sure you were talking about wine or Rene Magritte's philologically interpretation of art. Any which way, you just have to take their suggestions, OMG this is the greatest wine in the world #wineisthenewlemondrop. The menu says they select lighter wines, because they're more into taste than impressing people. Well, that's sort of like opening an ale house and saying you select lighter ales purposefully. As in, say Genesee Ale? I'm not entirely sure you want to be known as the lighter wine bar. Drinking darker wines or heavier wines is not being pretentious. Nobody drinking a Guinness has ever been accused of being a beer snob. It's just a different style, a different palate, no more pretentious or less. I'm not expecting to see Rombauer here, but it's such a straw man argument to say you're better because everyone else is pretentious.
Royce has a small bar with nice comfy couches behind the bar and a patio outside. I'll give them credit for egg white cocktails and privately owned liquors as opposed to say a certain Wild Beaver that stocks all their shelves with miscreant corporate labels. Anyone who has Noah's Mill is passable in my book, but the cocktails need improvement. If you encounter any bar that has a shelf full of birthday cake-flavored Smirnoff, run, run fast, run like you're being chased by Brock Hekking and his angry mullet. They also have a selection of cordials and liqueurs to shoot like Fernet so you can be so 16th and Valencia. They also like to drink shots of Angostura bitters, I'm serious, because they're hipsters, and tastes buds are so ironic, they can't be trusted. If they just called themselves a funky bar, I'd rate this place much higher; it's funky, and there is one dude bartender who I think is pretty cool. But let's not kid ourselves claiming not to be a pretentious wine bar and then watering everything down and not really knowing what good wines are. It's not ironic, unless you're not trying to be ironic, in which case, you are pretty ironic. read more