A burgundy stream of Cavia Malbec cascades into a short-stemmed snifter and stops abruptly as our waiter snaps the bottle upright. Lifting the glass to eye level and looking closely at the lower, liquid-filled half, I see a convex reflection of Buena Vista Bistro's 24-seat room: black-topped tables lining the left and right sides of the floor, with a central swath of polished concrete floor for waitstaff to traverse; a wall adorned with a multitude of small black-framed photos and letters; the opposite, mirrored wall fancifully... More >>>