Paris-St Germain and the Latin Quarter
May 11, 2018
This Montparnasse bar still exudes something of the spirit of 1930s jazz age. Rosebud was once the hang out of Simone de Beauvoir and Jean-Paul Sartre and remains little changed since then. The place is an institution, the vibe low-key and laid-back but still elegant and refined, the bar warmed and worn by years, the room splashed with blue velvet, the lighting moody, art noveau lamps glowing gently from its windows, jazz plays quietly in the background and a stack of vinyl records waits at one end of the bar. It’s the kind of place to huddle with a carafe of wine on a chilly evening and talk the night away. The drinks are decent, if pricy, classic cocktails of a bygone age, Sidecars, Martinis and Slings: Don Draper drinks. The bartenders are dapper and white-suited (and often, also, white-haired), sporting top notch moustaches. The service is on the formal side, but that’s part of this place’s appeal: the ritual of one’s evening aperitif, a chance to slide back in time.