2023-12-26 16:19:44
Paris being the city of love, but also the one with the most bars per square meter, it is customary to break up in full view of everyone. Accessibility, atmosphere, decor… here is the editor’s selection. Top eight.
LE BAILLY
“ARE YOU PUTTING IT ON MY NOTE? »
There is a happy medium between breaking up in your 9 m2 and dump him on the street corner (admittedly, he had stopped brushing his teeth, but that’s no reason). The solution ? Invite him for a drink in your regular bar – on the 2nde is full of this kind of half-trendy, half-cushioned place. Consider the bright side of things: you are on conquered territory and you have a discount on the Pils (the waiter Théo has you right). The only problem? The waiter Théo will be the next to make his advances.
27 rue Réaumur, 75002 Paris
INDIANA COFFEE
“ANOTHER CAÏPI? »
Bravo, you have chosen a place devoid of any possible personal connotation. Advantages ? We find around twenty Indianas all over Paris located on the main roads of the capital (for Sunday pranksters, there is one in Bonne Nouvelle, don’t thank us), and their Tex-Mex menu offers ideal compensation to the sentimental abyss that you are going to leave. The negative point ? Servers are particularly sensitive, spare them the drama.
42 boulevard de Bonne Nouvelle, 75010 Paris
THE BONAPARTE
“OH, IT’S SUZANNE!” »
You are part of the intellectual elite (you didn’t get Normal, but your parents put you at the Alsatian School, that makes up for it), and you spent the week wondering where Aurélien would have dumped Bérénice if she didn’t hadn’t been stupidly shot down by the Boches? We can only recommend the Bonaparte, behind the Deux Magots (where fans ofEmily in Paris will not come to find you). Double bonus: you will leave your former lover with a classy souvenir, and you will meet all the Germanopratin flowers there – well, Suzanne Lindon or a son of Olivennes.
42 rue Bonaparte, 75006 Paris
ARKOSE
“CAN YOU GIVE ME BACK MY MAGNESIA? »
You had first toyed with the idea of telling him the news by email. Then you remembered that you had no desire to be featured on the @exrelou Insta account (and then it was 2023…). A rock climbing fan, you are nevertheless classy and sophisticated. So you invited her to the Arkose Nation canteen to drink a buckwheat beer (you have a subscription) before your 3 p.m. blue run. We’re not going to lie, more gifted at doing the Lolotte technique than at finding the G-spot, you’re almost doing him a favor. Next.
35 rue des Grands Champs Entresol, 75020 Paris
THE CAFÉ DU CENTER
« DOU YOU SPIK INGLICHE ? »
He had arranged to meet you between noon and two, rue Montorgueil, right next to his burlingue. You had believed in tender attention from him (it’s your party)… But when he offered you a seat on the terrace of the Café du Center (we set the scene for you: sitting on chairs side by side, a voiceless waiter serves expeditious coffees to passing Dubaiites), you understood that there was mammoth under gravel. That’s good, you have instinct: this cad places you under the inquisitive eyes of bling bling revelers heading to the Deflower (75008) seated at the next table. The afternoon will be long.
57 rue Montorgueil, 75002 Paris
THE SMOKER
“DID YOU COME ALONE?” »
When he asked you, looking stupid, why the sculptor had left the Victory of Samothrace unfinished, it was too much of a blunder for you. Leaving the Louvre, you dragged your loaf of bread towards the first café with a bit of pace (the Fumoir, opposite the museum’s colonnades). After putting an end to this burdensome relationship (“you know Killian, there is no such thing as happy love”), you can finally enjoy the advantages of the place. Installed at the counter with Hands Free (dirty snob) plunging into the bar’s library, you sip a Saint Nicolas de Bourgueil. As a bonus? The bar is always frequented by loners open to discussion, you are sure not to be bored (your interlocutors, on the other hand…).
6 rue de l’amiral Coligny, 75001 Paris
LE SOCIAL BAR
“GIVE US A SMILE MISS!” »
Residents of 12e had a brilliant idea to console themselves for living in the most badass and deserted district of the capital: create a bar where customers are forced to talk to each other. Since you are planning to leave your other half, but you are very scrupulous (letting her wander in this unfrequented suburb breaks your heart), you see this social crossroads as the ideal place – and cradle the hope of seeing her Lenten face quickly swept aside by the conviviality officers (the speakeasy version of the Chief Happiness Officer). Smile, you’re fooled.
25 rue Villiot, 75012 Paris
THE FAVORITE
“IT’S NICE HERE…”
She convinced you to let her take this winter break. While you thought she was going to a herbal medicine seminar, you learn that it was actually three weeks of fun in Amsterdam (we’ll spare you the detail, you get the idea). Wounded in your pride, you decided to load it with what Paname does worst in terms of zinc: flowery coffee. The ninth circle of Parisian hell, the place is haunted by crappy teddy bears, fuchsia coasters (matching the plastic flowers dripping on the front) and nunuche tourists. Honestly, she had been looking for it.
4 rue de Rivoli, 75004 Paris
By Violaine Epitalon
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