Mulberry is the slightly older sibling of gastropubby Haddington’s. It’s held a smartly humble court in the bottom of the 360 building for a few years now, turning out often-excellent, mostly Italian-influenced dishes with a sidewalk view of the attractive, athletic locals. The interior’s just big enough for the horseshoe bar, a couple of nooks, and dark wood shelves decorated only with wine bottles and a few homages to the noble pig. Groups of three or more will find it a challenge to fit sometimes, but it shouldn’t deter them—when cozily snuggled together on a festive winter night, it feels like there’s a bigger city outside. In warmer weather, sit outside to admire the distinctly Austin pace of life.

One of our favorites dishes in town is Mulberry’s pork and beef meatballs in a white wine broth with lemon and bay leaf (a steal at happy hour). We’ve also had a surprising banh mi sandwich, whose crusty baguette and livery lilt of pâté is gorgeously complemented by Sriracha mayo and pickled vegetables. For brunch, we like plump blueberry pancakes and succulent homemade sausage. Eggs are expertly poached every time.

Grower-producer Champagnes, exciting Old-World finds, and culty domestics fill the wine list, and a small but well-chosen draft beer selection includes micros and Belgians. It’s a great time, in whatever weather.