An old school bar-tabac in the heart of Montmartre, which recalls the beatnik and rock bistros of the 1970s with its table football, ancient stickers, Beatles records and walls covered with old vinyl. Serge, the owner, is a neighbourhood character with a reputation for grumpiness, which the regulars love, and although a little prickly he’s basically a nice guy. His dive doesn’t just attract nostalgics but all rock fans, thanks to the live music put on every Friday. Art and music magazines are piled on the bar, and there are colourful chairs and tables on the terrace outside for sunny days.
