This place is a Paris institution in the same crew as Harry's Bar, although at the same time it somehow manages to keep a low profile. Think of it along the lines of Harry's slightly more underground, arty, jazz-loving younger sister. This place is where the likes of Jean Paul Sartre and cool bohemian sorts used to hang out in the 60s and still today. Jazz is the order of the day and the Rosebud still uses vinyl, this along with the faint smell of cigar smoke drifting in from the street outside, only adds to the atmosphere.
The bar itself is like a classic American bar which has been given a Parisian stamp and feels authentic, as if much of the venue’s original features have been maintained. The white tuxedoed bartenders mix up perfectly balanced classics without using measures, we went for Stingers, Sidecars, Negronis and Whisky Sours.
Food is available too, from chili to Chateaubriand, but BarChick’s favourite time to visit is for an after dinner haunt. Perfect for putting the world to rights into the early hours, or seducing a date with its laid back but also sophisticated charm.