Paris. Between the endless buckets (literally, buckets) of frites and plates of steak tartare, we managed to drink our way across the city. In a mood of disappointment after realising the restaurant we wanted to try was closed, we tramped through the rainy streets of Paris and finally made our way to Prescription, one of the Experimental Cocktail Club’s Parisian outposts. The discreet door led us to the relief we were looking for: tequila. But not your bog standard shot of Jose Cuervo with a lime and salt; we’re talking about a Cannelita. I’m still not even sure what was in this mystical magical concoction and I’m not sure I ever will find out.
1. Small space, but on a Saturday night it wasn’t over crowded to the point of anguish (this can be a serious problem for me)
2. Greatest chandelier I’ve seen in a while. See above. Bowler hats all around
3. Chatty crowd, with people looking to mingle with strangers. Major change from the London scene
4. Open late. With no official closing time, we sat sipping cocktails until 4:30 AM – something of an extinct experience in most other cities
Verdict? You should probably try it.