This is a photo of...

a) my apartment
b) my boyfriend's grandfather's bachelor pad
c) a dive in the 14th

We had reservations at Monsieur Lapin, just next door, but with time to kill, and the only other bar on the corner closed, we decided to try Artists'Pub. It feels more like an abandoned attic than a bar, and in the US would be a lawsuit waiting to happen - underneath the chair across from us was an open rusting canister of kerosene! But the owner was very attentive (well, we were the only customers), and when she found out she was dealing with an American, raved on and on about the US (she has family there) and how it is the regret of her life to have stayed in France instead of moving there. It's a piano bar on the weekends, she said to call ahead to find out the theme of the evening. Even though it took me a while to get over the layer of cigarette ash that had settled over every surfance, I thought the whole interior was hilarious; I have never been anywhere like this before.

Artists'Pub
9, rue Raymond Losserand
75014 Paris
06 12 39 90 65
M: Gaîté
17h - 2h; closed Sunday

tags: grub