Dinner first, music after. Reserve a table or walk in if the bar's free.
Piano, double bass, brushes on a snare. Two sets.
A Brussels chansonnière, one night only.
Funk, French boogie, Caucasus disco. Bar only.
One pot, one long table, four hours, twenty-six people.
Quiet, slow, late. As every Thursday.
Six glasses, six villages, two hours with Romain.
Two guitars, a fiddle, a doghouse bass. Loudest table wins.
Seven-hour lamb, white beans, a long lunch.
Same trio. Different Tuesday.
A Marseille voice. A Tbilisi rhythm section.
Whatever's spinning at the bar. Bring a friend.
Five qvevris, one amphora, a board of cheese.
For the people who close someone else's room. Bring your apron.
One night, one film, one menu pulled from where it's set.
A different French region each time, mid-afternoon Sunday.
Jazz trios, chansonnières, the occasional gypsy jazz quartet.
Rugby, football, the Six Nations when it lands.
The whole room — one floor, one bar, one stage — yours for the night. Birthdays, label launches, evenings that need a kitchen and a band.
By direct contact only. We'll talk it through and write you a plan.