Mia Ellis
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TABOO
Avoid. Avoid. Avoiddd. There are a lot more welcoming nightclubs in the area with an atmosphere that truly represents the vibrant nightlife that Paris has to offer. This place isn't even worth the energy, let alone, your euro.
We emailed and called ahead to book since it was our anniversary. When we didn't receive a response, we turned up since we were in the area anyway for dinner, only to be met with judgemental stares before a door woman with the nastiest attitude came out and told us that it was a "private party." Unassuming, we acknowledged and started to look for an alternative, but then proceeded to ask if they respond to emails or anything. Being that I am a foreigner, I have an accent when speaking French, but nevertheless, I asked in French and she pretended she didn't know what an "email" even was and started to walk away when I asked about the phone number not working. She shrugged off my concerns and said it doesn't work and dismissed any other interaction.
The call was returned by a man inside, 5 minutes AFTER we were turned away from the door, and surprise! surprise! There was NO private party. He informed us that unfortunately, it's those at the front door that determine if you're "good enough" to enter. So, not only did she lie about it being a private party, the number also worked since we received a call back, just a bit too late-- fortunately for us. Just avoid this nasty place in its entirety. It really fits all of the disgusting stereotypes of Paris.
We emailed and called ahead to book since it was our anniversary. When we didn't receive a response, we turned up since we were in the area anyway for dinner, only to be met with judgemental stares before a door woman with the nastiest attitude came out and told us that it was a "private party." Unassuming, we acknowledged and started to look for an alternative, but then proceeded to ask if they respond to emails or anything. Being that I am a foreigner, I have an accent when speaking French, but nevertheless, I asked in French and she pretended she didn't know what an "email" even was and started to walk away when I asked about the phone number not working. She shrugged off my concerns and said it doesn't work and dismissed any other interaction.
The call was returned by a man inside, 5 minutes AFTER we were turned away from the door, and surprise! surprise! There was NO private party. He informed us that unfortunately, it's those at the front door that determine if you're "good enough" to enter. So, not only did she lie about it being a private party, the number also worked since we received a call back, just a bit too late-- fortunately for us. Just avoid this nasty place in its entirety. It really fits all of the disgusting stereotypes of Paris.