Grisbi

Don’t touch Grisbi! You better be ready to fight and raise a glass at this faux gangster bar, which borrowed its name (French slang for “moula”) from the fifties. Concrete, brick and wood make up the Mad Men-style decor, and behind the bar you’ll only find alcohol that’s made in France – the overseas departments included. Behind said bar, two shady characters, Kevin Busquet (who used to work in the fashion industry) and Tugdual Ponchet (a former podiatrist), shake up their menu of 10 cheeky cocktails, including a dashing Volfoni (basil-infused gin, verjus, green olives and their brine – €12) or a Mauvais Gone that’s strong and dry, like a punch to the gut from Lino Ventura (whiskey, Cognac, Bénédictine, vermouth and bitters — €13). On Tuesdays, Grisbi turns into a private club for cigar lovers that’s accessible only by joining the bar’s smokers’ club. // Paul Hackett