Misaki Sushi & Bar

The wine list at Misaki reads like an afterthought — a short laminated insert tucked behind the sake menu. Nothing here is going to surprise you, and that's kind of the point: this place is about the rolls, not the Roussanne.

The list skews hard toward supermarket safe-bets from California and New Zealand, with no meaningful detour into regions that actually complement Japanese cuisine — no Grüner Veltliner, no Champagne, no Alsatian Riesling to speak of. Kim Crawford and Nobilo Sauvignon Blanc are doing the heavy lifting on the white side, which tells you everything about the ambition level here. There's no old-world presence, no producers worth Googling, and no apparent attempt to build a list around the food. It gets the job done if you need something cold and white, but it won't make you think twice.

Estimated four to eight pours, all of them likely pulled from the same short bottle list with no real rotation or program behind them. Don't expect anything interesting to show up by the glass — what's on the list is what you're getting, and it's been that way for a while.