The White Bull

Fourteen labels isn't a wine list — it's a statement. The White Bull isn't trying to please everyone, and honestly, that's refreshing. What's here has clearly been chosen with intention, leaning hard into Italian and European producers you don't see at every other Atlanta restaurant.

The list reads like someone's personal cellar raided with purpose: a Fuso x Denny Bini Lambrusco sits next to a Luigi Giordano Nebbiolo Field Blend, a Ken Forrester Sauvignon Blanc from South Africa shows up next to a Martinsancho Verdejo from Rueda. There's a natural-leaning sensibility running through the whole thing — skin-contact adjacents, frizzante, field blends. The Feudo Montoni Nero d'Avola and Podere Scopetone Sangiovese anchor the red section with real credibility. Gaps? Sure — no Burgundy, no big Napa statement, no obvious crowd-pleaser Malbec. That's a feature, not a bug.

By-the-glass specifics aren't confirmed from available data, but the list is short enough that the whole thing functions almost like an extended glass pour menu. The Vino Bianco del Giorno and Vino Rosso di Abruzzo house pours suggest they're rotating something thoughtful rather than dumping a box wine into a carafe.