1.5 The Blue Notes–Panic Room

December 16th Panic Room—02h00 You still open? Of course. Doors down lies a packed bar. It’s where I wanted to go. Before we were sidetracked by L’Etincelle. A caricatured overweight, black doorman hassles us. He reels us in after a drawn out moment. Loud music. Loud people. Dirty, dark bar. Leftovers from all the otherContinue reading “1.5 The Blue Notes–Panic Room”

7 Places Both Near and Far Enough from Porte D’Orleans for a Drink

There’s really no ‘scene’ in this part of Paris. It’s disappointing to me because, in contrast, the fringe of New York is where the scene begins. Porte D’Orleans, the place is synonymous with fringe, or Door of Orleans, or ‘how the hell did I end up here.’ Amidst the unending horizon of shady bar-tabacs, fast foodContinue reading “7 Places Both Near and Far Enough from Porte D’Orleans for a Drink”

The Bowtie’s Guide to Porte D’Orleans: A Sentimental Dump

The Southern gate of a wall destroyed in World War 1, Porte D’Orleans looks like it hasn’t gotten its act together since. For about a month and a half now, I’ve been living in Paris, and I’ve walked through this hub, maybe 100 times. It’s not a pretty place. I said it Paris, Porte D’OrleansContinue reading “The Bowtie’s Guide to Porte D’Orleans: A Sentimental Dump”

Astoria: Finding your Second Home at the RAR Bar

On the outside, it resembles a little Bohemian haven that you’d expect to catch while whizzing past the town of Woodstock. Wooden trinkets cover the windows, the chandeliers are crafted from wine glasses, live music is often emanating, and when it’s not live, it’s music from the Woodstock Era, Crosby Stills, Hendrix, Credence Clearwater. ThisContinue reading “Astoria: Finding your Second Home at the RAR Bar”