Plan B

Frenchy, Frenchy, in a mostly good way. Nonchalant girls in chinos, and ballerina flats slip out onto the back terrace to smoke cigarettes and sip absinthe. Mildly macho boys offer said girls 'du feu' and engage in pithy conversation about poetry and politics. He checks out his hair in the mirror behind the bar. She checks out his butt. Yes, she'll let him buy her a drink, afterall. Part tavern, part lounge, entirely laid-back. Warm cream walls, lots of leather, dark wood and that nice, cushy feeling of fitting right in. Love is always in the air and it smells of duty-free cologne.