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Le Café Noir

Kate Ross

Le Café Noir is a bobo little bistrot I went to for a friend’s birthday. It’s a chill cornerside place for beers and people watching, with cool little extras in the décor to look out for like bar stools shaped like swingtop glass bottle caps, suspended bike and a hanging cube. Its high ceilings and mosaic flooring are passing gifts from what must undoubtably be a brasserie past, but now its gentrified into hipster digs. The back bar is piled high with spirits, but it’s more of a beer drinking venue in nature, best enjoyed outside in the cool Parisian air whilst bumming … Continue reading Le Café Noir

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Lounge Bar 37

Kate Ross

Confession time here: I tend to make long lists of places I’ve been too, sometimes with sparse notes like ‘hot barman, 3€ kir!!!’ if I’m lucky, and then discover these lists sometimes weeks later and realise I planned to write them up for ParisPretties. Usually I remember why I wrote them in the first place, very occasionally I don’t. Such is Lounge Bar 37. Which may be a sign of a good night, but I think I just wrote it down because it must have been a surprisingly okay bar in an area I usually find otherwise excruciatingly horrible. You can … Continue reading Lounge Bar 37

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Café du Centre

Kate Ross

Rue Montrogueil is a great little road, as its in central Paris, pedestrianised, and full of little cafés and bars. It can be difficult to decide where to go though, but Café du Centre, which looks weirdly like a Pret à Manger from the outside (red with the white star, don’t sue please) is a very nice, hip little French bistro. It is one of those places that does escargots and foie gras, but I think the former is more for the novelty rather than the fact that anyone actually eats it, but the salads are really very good – Niçoise, … Continue reading Café du Centre

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Passage du Grand Cerf

Kate Ross

French women have a reputation for being unrelentlessly chic. Truth be told, for them this just means buying good quality jeans and a selection of black, grey and white t-shirts and shirts, and wacking on some red lipstick, but for those wishing to impersonate, it takes more than a bank-breaking trip to The Kooples or Zadig & Voltaire. Passage du Grand Cerf is one of those If Only I Was Rich shopping streets in Paris. The passage alone is beautiful – high glassed ceiling, but narrow, it’s lined with designer boutiques, oddity one off pieces that are just so beautiful … Continue reading Passage du Grand Cerf

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Père et Fils

Kate Ross

This is a fairly ordinary place to get coffee, or good hot chocolate, but I thought I would include Père et Fils because they have blankets outside, which is perfect if you need to be outside to smoke but don’t want to freeze to death in winter. It also does very typical French café food for fairly standard prices- perhaps the cheaper end of the 2e scale: entrées from 4,80€, plats from 11,50€. Nice service. You can find Père et Fils at 86, rue Montmartre, 75002. Continue reading Père et Fils

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The Frog Pubs

Kate Ross

The Frog & Rosbif, The Frog & Princess and The Frog at Bercy Village are all brothers and sisters, part of microbrewery gastropub chain The Frog Pubs that draw in the Anglophone crowd (and, I suppose, the people that want to make friends with the Anglophone crowd). Despite being heavy on the Erasmus scene and full of expats, they’re actually very nice. The Frog & Princess probably gets the most lairy as it’s on the Saint-Germain-des-Prés strip, particularly when the sport is on, but all the beer and pub grub will set of pangs of nostalgia for those far from home. … Continue reading The Frog Pubs

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Experimental Cocktail Club

Kate Ross

I’ve heard a rumour that if you’re not good looking, you don’t get into Experimental Cocktail Club. I don’t think this is true – I think this is one of those rumours that springs up organically about any place that paints the outside black and whose only nod to outside advertisement is a tiny plaque and a bouncer. Experimental Cocktail Club likes to feel like a secret, a real speakeasy, where you’d expect to tumble into a world a-waft with cigar smoke and bootleg liquor, bobbed hair, flapper dresses and jazz. It’s tiny – barely a hallway, and the cocktails are … Continue reading Experimental Cocktail Club