Just outside the humid wastelands, the neighborhood adolescents would gather to choose sides and go to battle. But, it wouldn’t take long for the mothers and fathers of the community to demand our immediate presence. We couldn’t ascertain why exactly they called us in. We could only assume it was to learn as they did from their forefathers. We would gather ‘round our matriarchs and patriarchs in the local watering hole, watching and learning how they would plan to vanquish their respective enemies. It became clear to us wine was fuel for ladies and gentlemen when it came to strategizing over the otherwise impossible. It didn’t take long for us to recognize our two greatest choices in life were to either become generals in the war of business or the proprietors of a lounge that facilitated their collective genius.

Over the ensuing decades, we would formulate—like our parental admirals once did—how to actualize our bunker of delights. As we grew older, a realization that, while wine was the cornerstone, the structure required the support of nourishment and indulgence. When one question was answered, numerous more questions arose. How do we create an environment suitable for those in business garb and their counterparts in more casual attire? What pairs best with grilled melts? Why don’t we have flying cars?

As you can see, the possibilities are boundless. However, we needed to create boundaries. You know, because of local ordinances. Rebellion Wine Bar was born not just out of necessity, but out of the extraordinary. In order to live our daily lives, we must celebrate defiance of the trite and the banal. At Rebellion, we rebel against the ordinary.