For a double date with Sasha and her beau, we opted for the Bar Demory, a place that had been on my “to go to” list for quite some time, in the heart of the Beaubourg neighborhood.
As soon as I opened the door the minimalist, industrial feel and neons of the decor drew me in. The space is open, with a large bar in the front aside long wooden tables, with more seating in the back with foosball tables and such. The interior is modern with tasteful graphics and lettering, tiling and wood carvings. Geometric shapes and tessellations cover the bottoms of the walls, and tube lighting in the shapes of diamonds on the ceiling give off reds and whites. The stools and bar have an industrial feel, with mirrors making the space seem even bigger than it already is.
As for the beers, Demory had 5 of their own beers on tap: Astroblonde, Cosmoblonde, Roquette Blanche, Atomique and the Nova Noir. I kicked off the night with the Roquette Blanche (which I had often tasted at Yelp Events) and finished with the Nova Noir which I really liked…malty and fruity notes with a sweetish but bitter aftertaste. On top of these delicious treasures, they also serve some of their friend brewery’s beers and beer-inspired cocktails.
On the Monday night that we went, only the front area had some people, but in general I’m sure on weekend nights this place gets pretty packed, especially with the heaps of events the bar throws (DJ sets to concerts to expos). De plus, the Demory Bar has a Happy Hour from 6-8pm with snacks on the house, which for us was a mini soup and savory cake. On top of our beers, we went with a hearty terrine plate, which was served with delicious breads and pickles. Their menu also features individual meals and delicious additions like hot dogs, just sayin’. If you’re there before 9pm and dig their brews, don’t forget to buy a 6-pack of their beers for 6 euros.
I am hoping my next excursion there will be for their brunch. Anyone wanna join?
62 rue Quincampoix, 75004
Tél: 09 81 12 53 06
Métro: Rambuteau (11), Etienne Marcel (4)
I had an interesting conversation with a friend today. I was thinking about how I have always lived in a part of the world with seasons. I’m not sure how I would handle living in a place with a steady climate. I love that the seasons bring a change in how we bundle, what we do to relax and how we live.
In the Summer we are outside, soaking up the sun and our eyes are always squinting just a little bit more. The days are longer and work is sometimes put on the back burner. In the winter, however, our days are short and sometimes filled with fog, rain, or even better, snow. We are weaker in a sense that we can get sick from not properly bundling up. We make sure to eat with the season to keep our bodies as warm as can be. The extra layers pile on the back of chairs and doors to prepare for facing the cold air. We may take more time to relax and be at home (I certainly do in the winter). Aside from these two extremes, there are Spring and Fall that help us transition between the extremes. Each season seemed to last forever in my mind as a kid. Seasons remain markers of time, but boy are they shifting from one to another vite.
Despite what season we are in, we can always look forward to a new one in the near future. To be honest I’ve often got another one on my mind… I don’t daydream about it with anticipation or anything, I just think about it. Today as I strolled through the Marais and Ile Saint Louis through the crisp winter air, I couldn’t help but remember the same stroll I took last summer.
When a friend comes to visit me in Paris, I immediately start a list of all of the things I want to take that person to. It’s actually really hard, almost like when you think of things you want to and inopportune moments, but then when the time comes to think of them, you’ve got a brain freeze. This happens to me all the time. When Rachel was in town only just a few weeks ago, I wanted it to be perfect, because I was so excited to share my city with her on her first trip to Europe. But when one creates lists, sometimes they get pushed, eh? With the turn of events and spontaneous change in plans, I get so stressed about fitting everything in. I guess to say it simply, I just love playing host.
On her first afternoon in the city, freshly arrived from Germany, we went for a stroll around Notre Dame before heading northwards into the Marais. Funny as it was, on that first metro ride, someone I knew, and then getting out of the metro I ran into another person I knew enjoying a beer on a terrasse. I’m sure Rachel’s impressions were something along the lines of, “jeez, in Paris you run into your homies all the time!”. I really found it quite funny, but then I realized how that has rarely happened before. It was just one of those magical days I suppose.
We kicked off our stroll by crossing the bridge Pont de l’Archevêché, the one filled with hundreds and hundreds of couple’s locked love. The view from this side of Notre Dame is one of my favorite views in Paris. the little park right behind it is definitely worth a stroll, and had the most beautiful big roses planted. You could smell them from a ways away.
A cocktail at La Favorite gave us a little pick me up as we strolled up and down rue de Rosiers, finishing the evening early at L’As du Falafel for dinner.
Rachel and I had many more adventures that week, that I can’t wait to share on here. Having a close friend in town is magic. I love showing my favorite people my favorite things in this city. And a little girl talk is always the best, n’est-ce pas?
Where do you take your close friends when they’re in town?