"I've been seeing the coffee of the passage for quite a few years, without being a regular. It is not far from the bastille opera and it is pleasant to eat a small dish of quality by drinking a good drink after a show. Unfortunately the address has evolved, and not well. Originally the patron was a gentleman of a certain age and a certain distinction that proposed an excellent choice (showing regularly) of glass wines or good bottles with old school jazz. When he wasn't there, a young man with a hairstyle of sheep who occasionally replaced him passed from the reggae: already, it was less classy. then the distinguished gentleman left and his young second (?), maxim, I think, took over the case. The last time I went there, I found myself almost alone in the back room - only two funny birds of the species "intello shot" were occupied to crêper the plumage there. the beautiful photographs of rene burri had disappeared from the walls as well as a light bulb of his base. impression of neglected confirmed by the behavior of the waitress, a busy working person to joke greasyly at the counter with his friends attarded students. after a long quarter of an hour she finally brings me the card; another ten minutes and she comes to take the order. the choice of wines with glass seems to me very common in relation to that proposed by the distinguished gentleman; I opt for the most original (all is relative), a patrimonio. "there's no more patrimonio" tells me the job. It can happen, it's okay. "I don't know what to propose instead" - I'm not only sorry for the selection of wines, the photographs, the music and the light bulb of the distinguished gentleman but also his advice of oenophile to the sparkling eye... bad predisposition on my part? I can't find the charm of the place - it seemed common and very badly held."
