

The owners hired a guy called Harry to run it, when the bar went out of business Harry bought the property put his name in the title and ran it himself, turning it into the parisian legend it is today, it purports to be the oldest cocktail bar in europe and created cockatails like the bloody mary and the monkey gland. There are pictures of writers and artists sat at the tables hanging on the walls, and gershwin composed and American in Paris on the piano in the cellar bar.
Again just the oppourtunity to be in a place that Fitzgerald and Hemmingway may have thought or even penned a draft of The Great Gatsby and The Old Man And The Sea* is really exciting and gets the creativity inside me all riled up. Plus the Long Island Ice Tea is fantastic if brutally alcoholic.
*if you haven't read these, do so. They're really good.
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