One of the things I most love about Paris is its cultural substance. By that I don't mean Luis XVI rococo opulence, which I find particularly tasteless, but the diversity that can be found from onedistrict to another, from a restaurant to another. I love seeing the African women dressed in bright and colorful fabrics, others in Djellabas, Japanese tourists cuing outside of Vuitton and the Russians raiding L'Avenue - the overpriced restaurant on avenue Montaigne. I love buying roasted chestnuts on the street, seeing a free jazz concert, then eating at a fabulous brasserie or a brand new spot that is sleek and modern and totally New Yorkais. Paris is a cornucopia of traditions.
I love its off-beat vibe and the depth of the heritage that surrounds me when I walk down any street. I found the perfect spot to stand as a metaphor for all that. Le Derriere. Same word in English, so you get the picture. But just in case: the buttocks; the rear. In this instance, the back of another restaurant, the back of a building. Catchy. And so is the place.
I've always been fond of magic realism, and this is as close as I will ever get at a restaurant/ game room/ bar/ someones dilapidated apartment. You'll walk through armoire doors like these to other secret rooms, some stylish and some completely demolished.People of all ages come to dine, to socialize or to play ping-pong. You could also totally take a sink bath. I won't go into it, but it's worth checking out.
69, rue des Gravilliers. 75003 Paris. + 33 1 44 61 91 95
http://derriere-resto.com/restaurant/paris/derriere/
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