Ayza is a wine bar at 11 West 31st Street, three blocks south of the Empire State Building. Doors open at 4 PM every day. The list runs to twenty-nine wines, the kitchen sends out European-inspired plates until close, and the thing we are actually known for is what happens when a glass of wine meets a piece of chocolate.
We have been on this block since 2007. Inside, thirty-three handmade iridescent lights by the artist Sinem Disli hang low enough that the room reads as evening at four in the afternoon. Out back, the garden is enclosed and heated, so it works in February as well as it does in June.
Dinner runs from the full menu, and there is no lunch or brunch service.


A short list is a choice. Twenty-nine labels is a list the staff can actually talk about; a binder of two hundred is one nobody reads to the end.
The New York section is where most of our recommendations start. A Finger Lakes Riesling next to a piece of 70% Ecuadorian dark chocolate is the fastest way to explain what this place does. If you would rather not pick, order the flight and we will bring three.
See the full wine and cocktail list.
Most wine bars stop at a cheese board. We keep a chocolate kitchen.
Fondue for two is $29 or $31, served with strawberries, banana, candied orange, French Brie, Maldon salt and piment d’Espelette. You pick the chocolate: Callebaut milk or white from Belgium, or Republica del Cacao 70% dark from Ecuador for $4 more. A Prosecco or sparkling rose pairing adds $14 to $15 a person.
The chocolate martinis are the other thing people come back for. Classic, espresso, raspberry or white chocolate at $19, the No. 19 at $26, and six minis for two at $57, which is the version that tends to arrive at birthday tables. Boxed chocolates to take home run $14 to $17.
All of it is on the sweet treats menu.

Happy hour runs Sunday through Friday, 4 PM to 6 PM: every wine is $7 by the glass or $25 a bottle, cocktails are $10 and beer is $6. Saturday is the one day we skip it.
The bottle price is the part worth noticing. Twenty-five dollars for a full bottle is what a lot of Midtown bars charge for two glasses.
The happy hour menu has the full pour list.

The indoor room is the one with the lights. Thirty-three of them, handmade by Sinem Disli, hung low over the tables.
The garden is enclosed, heated and has a retractable roof, which is why it stays open through the winter. It seats up to forty and is where most private parties end up.
We are in the low 30s on the west side of Fifth Avenue, the stretch between Herald Square and the Empire State Building. That is Midtown, though not the Times Square version of it.
