In the same way that the French transform eating into dining, they turn the simple act of going out for a drink into a romantic tryst, a ritual, a special moment in the day.
Le Bar du Plaza Athénée Outrageously glamorous – and outrageously expensive – this is the bar as art form, with its holographic fireplace, miniature electric blue chandeliers, and cocktails so fashionable they could have come straight off the catwalk. Hotel Plaza Athénée, 25 Avenue Montaigne, 8th; + 33 1 53 67 66 65; plaza-athenee-paris.com
Hôtel Costes Set in the city’s most fashion-conscious hotel are a number of lush, interlinked salons around an internal courtyard, where you can take coffee, sip cocktails or eat the sort of teeny snack deemed a full meal by ridiculously attractive people such as these. Wear your v. best shoes. 239 Rue St-Honore, 1st; + 33 1 42 44 50 00; hotelcostes.com
Rival Deluxe Philippe, nephew of cutting edge restaurateur, Jean-Louis Costes, recently opened this slinky bar/lounge/restaurant/nightclub on the site of Claude Challe’s gone-but-never-forgotten Nirvana Lounge. Designer of the moment, Jacques Garcia has done his usual lush, plush makeover, making it a must-visit bar du nuit. 3 avenue Matignon, 8th; +33 1 42 89 64 72.
Hotel Amour Gilbert Costes’ son, Thierry, is one of the partners in this hip new boutique hotel – so hip it has table football in the downstairs loo, no lobby, and no actual reception. Forget the hipness and just treat it as a good bar with rooms, and a great little courtyard garden. 8 rue Navarin, 9th; +33 1 48 78 31 80.
Andy Wahloo This is the Anti-Costes, with no known connection to the ubiquitous Costes family, and no Jacques Garcia fitout. Instead, it’s a moody Moroccan hangout in the Marais where you sit on recycled paint drums at tables made from traffic signs, and drink fresh mint cocktails. Nice. 69 rue des Gravilliers, 3rd; +33 1 42 71 20 38.
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