map frochot

Bonnie and Clyde

Where?
12 Rue Frochot, as discreet as its neighbour Lulu White and without the possibility of finding here some traces of the beautiful era on the façade as in Dr. Lupin.

Why?
Because it feels like you’re going to a nightclub in the middle of New York. Watch your step! Watch your step! As I walk down the stairs, I feel like I’m in my own cellar, decorated with photos from the cult movie Bonnie and Clyde and antique furniture. The atmosphere is very cozy.

Who?
No waiters with rifles or guns behind the counter, oh, I was already scared for a moment. On the contrary, a team ready to draw the cocktail shaker and the bar spoon for our thirsty throat. It’s a good time for that.

When?
Saturday night is the place to be to enjoy the concerts and the atmosphere, among customers with different profiles. On Thursday, Hip Hop fans are looking forward to it with their caps and sneakers on!

What?
No sophisticated mix with 7 ingredients and infusions. It suits me! Tonight a good gin and tonic like in Madrid is enough!

 

Lulu White

Where?

At no. 12. A very discreet facade, simply accompanied by a small bench for a ciggy break. It is very tough-looking bouncer is actually quite a nice guy…

Why?

Homage to New Orleans and absinthe in an art nouveau setting. The architect was clearly inspired by Hector Guimard’s metro stations. I snuggle straight away into the soft chairs at the bar.

Who?

Part of the team from Little Red Door (same owner, different bar) switches between here and the Marais. Matthew Long, the charming head barman, gives me the full history of absinthe in his cute British accent.

When?

Tuesdays from 20h30 if you’re feeling peckish and need to unwind with jazz and home-made jambalaya.

What?

Start with shrub-based frozen cocktails. Refreshing! Second round, we attack the stronger side of the list, cold Breaux laced with Jean de Lillet, Cœur de Jade eau de vie and Jade Terminus Oxygenée absinthe, and cold brewed coffee.

 

Dirty Dick

Where?

No. 10, aged wood frontage with a big bay window. I peek in to suss out the atmosphere. This is the only bar in the street to have kept its original name. Not a bad idea!

Why?

The best Tiki bar in Paname (slang for Paris) . After a hard day’s night I sunbathe between a palm tree a totem pole and a sexy vahine decorating the lounge at Dirty Dick’s.

Who?

Guillaume C. Leblanc, head barman, and his team, got up in flowered Hawaiian shirts and singing «Aloha» when I come in. Oof, I’m not in Hipsterland. Here the service is cool and relaxed, Hawaiian style. My American neighbor kindly translates the all-English drinks list for me.

When?

Before the 8pm rush hour starts I install myself strategically at the bar on a bamboo chair while Guillaume has the time to chat about rums and cocktails.

What?

Aladdin’s cave for rum lovers: 120 brands from the Caribbean to Phuket. This evening I’m going for a drink served in a coconut shell, a «Marrero Daiquiri» – Puerto Rican rum with coconut oil, bits of pineapple, lime and sugar syrup.

 

Glass

Where?

At no. 7 on the right-hand pavement coming from Pigalle metro. I spot it straight off – its pink neon «Glass» trashing the street at 2 in the morning.

Why?

It’s one of the four cocktail hang-outs created by the Candelaria team. A real cool local bar, rocks along like New-York.

Who?

Nico and Keltoum always have a little smile glued to their lips, they explain their mixology and make the best hot dogs in Paris.

When?

Sunday evening for special bartenders’ evenings if you’re OK for a lie-in on Monday morning. A unique chance for the barmen to quietly pass on their recipes for bacon-flavored bourbon and industry gossip.

What?

No girly cocktails here. You try strong, flavorful mixtures. This evening I voted for The Little Marseille based on Rittenhouse Rye Whisky, Picon and Carpano Vermouth.

 

Dr Lupin

Where?

No. 1, next door to Juste, and to my mind the finest frontage in Rue Frochot, an art nouveau masterpiece just lightly retouched.

Why?

A trip back in time to the Belle Epoque in this cabinet of curiosities. Marc, the boss, is delighted to tell me the story of Dr Lupin and his craze for medicinal plants.

Who?

David, the most tattooed barman in the street and the most imaginative in inventing all sorts of plant-based infusions. His wit and good humor win me over: I shall stay here all evening and try two or three of his creations looking at Mucha’s beautiful drawings of beautiful women.

When?

There’s no lack of events at Dr Lupin to encourage potation. How about a visit to one of the soirées held by the Confrerie du Dr Lupin, where Madame dresses in corsets and skirts and Monsieur appears with moustache and three-piece suit.

What?

No hesitation, it must be the Immortel, based on Trois Rivières rum, raspberry purée, Triple Sec, lime, Chartreuse and cane sugar syrup in a smoked glass.

 

Les Justes

Where?

N°1, three bars at the same number, including Dr Lupin’s new adventure. It’s going to be complicated to meet up with friends.

Why?

A bar that’s «Juste» for a clientele that likes low-priced cocktails (me too), and enjoys apple and spinach juices.

When?

Monday & Tuesday: 6pm-00am

Wednesday to Saturday: 6pm-2am

Who?

Three associates buzzing with good ideas, including a barman/bartender and a jack-of-all-trades, Ludo Martin, Art Director/DJ/Photographer en route for adventures in the world of cocktails.

What?

We’re promised inventive, fruity, amusing cocktails using seasonal organic products and cold-pressed juices. In short, a shot of vitamins for the winter! And you’re doing good by drinking well – the bar makes contributions to charities from its more expensive cocktails.

 

L’Entrée des Artistes

Where?

30, rue Victor Massé. Opposite the Grand Hôtel Pigalle, the corner with the trendy SoPi bars. An opaque and enigmatic door looks at me: bar, hotel, restaurant, stage door?

Why?

New version of the Entrée des Artistes opened in Pigalle after its initial success in rue Oberkampf. More space, more chic, more festive. It’s all fine by me!

Who?

Dimitri, a safe pair of hands after three years on the shaker with Candelaria. I found him on the ground floor bar, a huge smile all the way up to his ears and standing next to the DJ’s turntables. Earplugs recommended!

When?

Tuesday to Thursday. I reserve a table for two in the softly lit restaurant on the first floor and benefit from the sweet sound of the band and its Motown flavor.

What?

It’s the moment to sip some of Dimitri’s new autumn creations, generally in the spirit of craft cocktails. This evening pride of place goes to a mixture that warms the throat, based on muscatel, vodka, sirop de citronnelle (lemongrass), Monkey 47 sloe gin, and lemon.

 

Bar du Grand Pigalle Hotel

Where?

29, rue Victor Massé, at the end of rue Frochot and facing Villa Frochot, a little art déco jewel.

Why?

For anyone who’s watched Grand Budapest Hotel looped. Service in the grand manner, a hotel de luxe, a decor which reminds me of the latest Gatsby with Leonardo and elegant velvet banquettes, cool is the only possible attitude.

Who?

It’s Max, talented head barman at the Experimental Cocktail Club who cooked up the drinks list. A string of classics, some of which had not yet made my acquaintance. It’s often Eric working the shaker, after long experience in top London bars.

When?

At 7pm I start the evening quietly with an aperitif among the hotel’s chic and cosmopolitan clientele. At 10.30 I return to assuage my hunger and thirst after a film at the Louxor.

What?

On Eric’s advice I explore the exotic savors of a Jalisco Day: a tequila-based drink with maraschino cherry liqueur, lime, and soda spiced up with a hint of ginger, bitters and Mexican molé sauce.

Leave a comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *