Before Winter’s end, I thought I should perhaps share with you this charming and cozy spot that Chéri and I had drinks at a few weeks ago. The Westin hotel has a bar that I like to go to in the winter, but they added a Winter garden this year. In their atrium that is open to the sky they installed cozy heat laps, faux lawn, faux furs on the chairs, and poof! it’s a magic winter wonderland to have a cocktail and pretend you are on an outdoor terrace at some ski mountain. The only thing missing this year : the snow. New england got dumped upon, but all we got was rain after the météo had crossed the Atlantic. Continue reading
After seeing the amazing David Hallberg dance the Sleeping Beauty prince… Chéri brought me to the Kong for dinner. We thought we would make a fabulous night of it and eat at what I assumed would be a swanky and chic address with amazing fusion food. (I had been to the bar for drinks this summer and had some grand illusions about dining out there).
So the swanky part was not to be denied. The place is prime Parisian real-estate. But the sparkle of all that was so tarnished by the down sides that it didn’t seem as fabulous as one would expect from an establishment that boasts presence in a Sex and the City episode. Continue reading
It was a cold rainy evening, with slick sidewalks, umbrellas jostling for space and the sky dark by 6pm because of the recent time change. Two girlfriends and I waited like groupies for the doors to open at this hip “huppé” spot next to La Madeleine. (Huppé is French for hyped). It was my first time in this bar, which is said to be one of the oldest in Paris. My girlfriends raved about it, and it seems that every other blogger and their best friend has posted something on it. It figures that I work just down the street from it, and pass by it EVERY day but never really paid much attention as it has a very discreet store front. So me of course, doing things at my own leisurely pace, am a little en retard, but that doesn’t make this place ANY less wonderful! It’s a Mad Men type of low-key-makes-you-want-to-drink-whiskey kind of place. Continue reading
It’s one of the trendiest bars/cafés in the Batignolles quarter of Paris. Why? Cause the cool people go there, and they aren’t afraid to bring a kid or two! That’s how they roll in 75017. Mmm hmm. :-p
No but really, this neighborhood is full of young couples or young couples with kids, and they are trendy, busy, chill, chic but not too chic, and completely connected. So if you live in this ‘hood you must make an appearance at this address, preferably with a slew of hip friends, a Zadig & Voltaire hand bag, and Viktor & Rolf threads. (Do we still say threads? Is that hip??). LOL!
Hosted at Café Madam, sponsored by Vaïvaï coconut water and Lillet cocktails, Olivia invited a fabulous group of friends, fans and bloggers to celebrate the cumulation of all her hard work. She was dressed from head to toe by Bineta Sanor who makes African prints clothing designs, and Olivia was of course draped in all her bling and glory!
My friend Frank and I headed for drinks this Summer at the Kong bar to check out this trendy Paris spot. Set in the Pont Neuf building on the 5th and 6th floors and decorated by Starck in a baroque kitsch style. It was a cool retreat from the heat wave that was bearing down on the City of Lights. Continue reading
Post by Frank Cierpial
In the year 2007, two men were at the right place at the right time. It happened at a bar in “Le Marais”, which is the notorious gay district of Paris. I don’t know what sparked it. But on that night, on a tiny dot on the globe, two men fell in love. I had the great pleasure of meeting these two men a little under a year ago at a bar called “Sly Bar”. It is their bar. Their names are Sylvain and Messias and they have been together for six years.
Tiki Lounge 26 bis, rue de la Fontaine au Roi 75011 Paris – T. 01.55.28.57.72.
So on the sunniest day we have had yet this very wet and rainy Spring in Paris, my friend from glorious California invites all his Parisian friends to meet for drinks during his short visit to the City of
Rain Lights. I gave him a slight jabbing saying that he had no idea how sun-starved we all are, and he being from the bright beaches on the Pacific coast didn’t think anything of inviting us all to one of the darkest bars in town. Continue reading
I had been wandering through the 9th, clicking my camera button to my heart’s content at any-and-everything that caught my eye. And I walked past this place that winked at me out of the corner of my gaze as I passed it in a slow hurry to nowhere. I stopped, turned around and walked back the three steps I had gone beyond it’s door. I peered in the window. Nobody was there except a guy or two behind the bar. He seemed to be polishing counters and wiping down glasses. I, being the curious soul that I am, assumed they were open despite the empty tables, and I waltzed right in.