Junco is a rare find in this stretch of the city—an unpretentious spot where morning espressos and lunch-hour panini give way to pasta and wine by night. It’s a compact, no-fuss space with a stripped-down charm, its muted tones and wicker accents nodding to the bird that inspired its name. Chef William Fréchette, who cut his teeth at his family’s Italian eatery in Sherbrooke, runs the small but efficient kitchen, turning out daily pastas, truffle-laced gnocchi, and focaccia piled high with burrata. The drinks list leans Italian, with negronis, spritzes, and a handful of solid, budget-friendly wines. Prices stay reasonable, the menu stays tight, and the mood shifts just enough to feel like you’re in the right place at any hour.