. . . St. Barths’ newest restaurant-cum-nightclub, at location of the old Quartier Général (“QG”) — on a corner across from the Post Office.
Open at dinner & late into the evening, it is said to evoke the lively spirit of a “friendly French brasserie.”
“Friendly,” however, was not my experience as entry was denied to me because, wearing shorts — albeit even very nice linen — doesn’t meet the dress code.
At my insistence, the Doorman called the Manager . . . who graciously allowed me inside when I promised only to quickly take a few photos. Staying at my side — apparently to assure that I’d keep my promise — I was allowed to observe (about 11 PM) a very crowded, hip (one might even say hedonistic) scene bathed in a surreal, rose-colored light, with exuberant, highly animated patrons. Though I was not allowed to move close to it, there seemed to be live music coming out of a corner with a piano, surrounded by a large crowd of people gaily enjoying themselves . . . a gathering-within-a-crowd. The charisma of escapist St. Tropez, it would appear.
It’s with mixed emotions that I was able to see this evocation of “. . . one of the favorite spots of the Saint-Tropez natives or lovers . . . the ideal place for authentic human encounters . . ..” Mixed, I guess, because it’s with sadness that the venue‘s lurid concept of authenticity differs so dramatically from my commitment to a traditionally beautiful, refined version of SBH style and heritage.
Le Café — https://en.lecafe.fr/saint-tropez-restaurant
Open at dinner & late into the evening, it is said to evoke the lively spirit of a “friendly French brasserie.”
“Friendly,” however, was not my experience as entry was denied to me because, wearing shorts — albeit even very nice linen — doesn’t meet the dress code.
At my insistence, the Doorman called the Manager . . . who graciously allowed me inside when I promised only to quickly take a few photos. Staying at my side — apparently to assure that I’d keep my promise — I was allowed to observe (about 11 PM) a very crowded, hip (one might even say hedonistic) scene bathed in a surreal, rose-colored light, with exuberant, highly animated patrons. Though I was not allowed to move close to it, there seemed to be live music coming out of a corner with a piano, surrounded by a large crowd of people gaily enjoying themselves . . . a gathering-within-a-crowd. The charisma of escapist St. Tropez, it would appear.
It’s with mixed emotions that I was able to see this evocation of “. . . one of the favorite spots of the Saint-Tropez natives or lovers . . . the ideal place for authentic human encounters . . ..” Mixed, I guess, because it’s with sadness that the venue‘s lurid concept of authenticity differs so dramatically from my commitment to a traditionally beautiful, refined version of SBH style and heritage.
Le Café — https://en.lecafe.fr/saint-tropez-restaurant



