Scotsman Tim Johnson knows a thing or two about wine. For over 25 years, he’s run Juvéniles, a wine cellar, bar and restaurant near the Palais Royal. Gregarious and firmly opinionated, the connoisseur believes that wine is best when overflowing and paired with food, opining: “If you can’t afford two bottles of it, then you shouldn’t have one.”

Not a novel philosophy in Paris, but one that is rigorously adhered to. Johnson’s carefully curated wine list—all available for sale or at the table—is a foreign selection of 60 wines at bargain prices, including Juvévnile’s own label, The Purple. Meanwhile, the restaurant serves an eclectic mix of cuisine de marché (meaning no refrigerator and fresh daily produce cooked to order) most likely seen enjoyed by dilettantes and fellow connoisseurs heatedly discussing Johnson’s staunch distaste of Burgundys, Bordeaux and corks. Hint: Johnson swears it’s all about the screw cap.