Cibo

The list at Cibo reads like a greatest hits of Italian-American dining — Chianti Classico, Napa Cab, California Chardonnay. It's comfortable and crowd-friendly, which is exactly what the neighborhood Italian format calls for, but don't come here expecting to stumble across a nerello mascalese or a killer Friulian white.

The regional focus splits between Oregon and Italy, which makes sense on paper but the execution leans heavily toward familiar names — Antinori, Cakebread, Duckhorn, Stag's Leap. These are solid producers, full stop, but the list doesn't take many swings. There's no deep dive into southern Italian varietals, no Etna, no Aglianico, no Nebbiolo from lesser-known houses. For a restaurant billing itself as an Italian concept in a city known for adventurous eating, this plays it remarkably safe.

Twenty-five by-the-glass options is a genuinely impressive number and the strongest card Cibo holds. That count suggests real commitment to BTG drinkers, and it likely means you can work through a meal with variety rather than committing to a bottle. Whether those 25 pours rotate meaningfully or just represent a bloated standing list isn't clear from what we know, but the raw number earns some credit.