Vinarìa

If you want a rest from the noisy streets and tourists of Polignano a Mare; if you like wine a genuine tastes, this is your place! We enjoyed excellent wines from Apulia, like a rosato (rosée) sparkling wine from Apulia and Primitivo (a red wine from Apulia which is between the best ten in Italy). A selection of local cheeses and salami made everything perfect!

Come for the relaxing atmosphere and fun colors, but not for the rest. We tried 2 wines and 1 beer. The beer was delicious but the two wines I did not like the two wine I tried (and my second glass was served in a dirty glass), which is ironic for a wine place. The food is very expensive for the quality. Still a nice spot for an aperitivo and to relax at the end of the day.

Disappointed. Do not worse it! The service is coming with charges never saw that in a bar. I do not recommend

Great little place off the main drag. Lot of great Italian climate, great Italian wine and starters for the wine. I greatly recommend a stopnoff the main road in a nice and wuitlet area with frat music! The owners are also very friendly!

Particularly informal bar: a tiny basement, probably an original warehouse, with obvious organizational implications. We sit at the tables in the street which, narrow and high in walls, offers a good shelter from the beating summer sun. Last days of August. It was very hot and the sheltered place made me sit down. I had two beers and an Apulian frisellina, sure they would have served me a delicacy (in Puglia you can eat divinely everywhere!). The frisellina consisted of six crostini of industrial toasted bread with a diameter of three centimeters each, with a few pieces of tomato pulp placed on top, without any seasoning (with all the excellent olive oil that also comes out of the taps!). 6 euros for a frankly mocking dish. When the bill is requested, they are smart: what looks like a receipt is brought, with the words, lost between the lines, that the receipt must be collected at the cash desk, they collect the money and greet you amiably. So, you are on vacation, the sun, the beers, the carefree, you pay and you don't realize that the receipt was not beaten. And that the receipts are not made, I noticed when I went to request it: with a mixture of surprise and annoyance I was beaten, when instead I should have found it already printed. For the record, around 4 pm, when I left the place and before me many others seen with my own eyes, my receipt was the first of the day.