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With a few Morningside Heights exceptions, the wine-and-panini-bar craze that’s overtaken New York has steered clear of the Upper West Side. Handsome, snug Bin 71 fills the void with an appealing small-plates menu that extends beyond pressed sandwiches and cured meats to pink-snapper sashimi, polenta baked with Vermont’s pungent Bayley Hazen blue, and a papa-bear-size bowl of cod-fish soup. Predictably packed at night, the spot’s a bit neglected and extremely inviting during the day, when it caters to solo lunchers watching tennis on the flat-screen and sipping generous pours by the capacious Ravenscroft glass. — Rob Patronite and Robin Raisfeld