Pigalle – Montmartre
Pigalle, Montmartre, Place Clichy
Finally thirty-something creative types have a place in the 9th to hang out and sip a cocktail after dinner at one of the busy SoPi restaurants, like le Pantruche or Buvette. Strategically located in front of the square Montholon between Saint Georges and Faubourg Poissoniere, and now made over by Yoan Marciano, designer Alix Thomsen, and scenographist Laura Leonard, L’Hotel du Temps re-opened few months ago and the result is very cool !
It’s official: Pigalle is mainstream. It’s full of places that are trying too hard to be cool and are packed with business school students (le Bus Palladium, Pigallion, le Dandy…), rent in Saint Georges has grown too expensive for starving hipsters, and worst of all… Scarfood is closed!
There seems to be a butcher on the loose, who keeps carving out bits and pieces of New York and selling the parts to Paris, as more and more places are popping up that can easily dupe you into believing you just walked into a slice of the Big Apple.
Once upon a time in Paris
The only burger was a ‘royale with cheese’
And laisse tomber trying to get a good taco
They were made with melted Emmenthal, oh please…
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.