Dirty Dick at Place Pigalle has finally reopened its door last night. Inside you’ll no longer find Madame Tamor or exotic asses, well maybe on a good night, but a tiki themed watering hole with strong fucking drinks, bowls and beer sent all the way from Rogue Brewery over in the good old U.S of A
You’ve always wanted to pass through the dark hidden doors of Pigalle but couldn’t really imagine handle bad surprises? Good for you, Glass just opened. The dark little brother of the Candelaria team has begun to spread the word into the Parisian night-alcoholic life, and chose Pigalle neighbourhood to open its second cocktail bar, for its ”good vibe”, says Josh. Forget about chillin in a nice comfortable seat. Because they are not. Nice to look at, they are just made to hold you enough to survive the cocktails. There, you know you can lose yourself without the judgmental eyes rowling at you. At Glass, you don’t care. You won’t bother dancing on the table, you won’t bother drinking alcohol with names you cannot even pronounce. And you sip your Brooklyn lager, because yes, Glass is one of the very few places of Paris to serve beers from the Brooklyn Brewery. FYI, if you are more into cocktails, you should know they are as delicious as viciously tricky.
Everybody has to start somewhere. But don’t worry, the guys behind Les Novices, former alumni of Hotel du Nord, seem to know what they’re doing. In fact, these new kids on the block are breathing new life and energy into the quiet restaurant strip of the Lamarck neighbourhood. With cosy booths, a nice terrasse, and a trained mixologist behind the bar, this neo-bistro might be the perfect spot for a weekly catch-up with the playground gang. You can even cram 20 around the enormous “table d’hôte” in the back (for those overcrowded reunions or special occasions). The biggest plus though: it’s open late every day of the week, so you can finally have a real meal with your mates way into the wee hours of the night, or maybe take out one of your “special” friends…
In la rue des Trois Fréres, a tapas bar lies nestled in the lively uphill ascent of other restaurants and shops. La Guêpe, a new addition to the Montmartre neighborhood, exudes an enticing and vibrant flair upon entry with a chill but happening atmosphere. Red, orange and yellow accents bring a Latin warmth to mind and the romantic lighting makes one want to linger into the night drinking fraise mojitos.
Last year if you were at le Carmen until it closed, you could hear shouts of « Let’s go to l’Embuscade! Who’s for l’Embuscade? » Once there, you could see a family-run rum bar, with a TV broadcasting RFO, a child sleeping on the sofa, and some drinks served with strange twists–like octopus-infused rum, or turtle penis rum. And if you didn’t believe it was real octopus, the guy show would show you the bottle with the actual octopus inside.
This bold new entry into the SoPi dining scene is dedicated to reviving the most sacred of all cooking methods—call it the Renaissance of braising. The interior, a blend of retro-mod and contemporary-industrial, is sleek, sexy, unabashedly swanky, and the food is cutting-edge
Since opening its doors in December 2010, Kooka Boora has already created a buzz amongthe bobo clientele of the 9th and coffee connoisseurs in search of the best ‘long black’or ‘flat white’ in town.
Behind the distinctly grotty place de Clichy hides this rather unusual establishment, a breath of fresh air after the touristy galleries of Montmartre. The building itself was a legendary dance hall and brothel in the 1920s.
Earlier this year, the opening of the Trianon on boulevard de Rochechouart by Julien Labrousse (l’hotel du Nord) was a huge sensation. Everybody was talking about this lavish venue, which quickly became one of the fashion week hotspots (APC, be …