Paris: epicenter of haute cuisine, culture, sophistication, and proud home to at least 10 Bad Decision Bars -- the places where dignity, credit cards, and rash-free status are all swiftly lost to the altar of "having one more drink".
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Le Piano Vache 5th arrondissement Students, expats and cheap shots. OMG I can totally understand you! Am I speaking French right now?
Le Bar Dix 6th arrondissement Why yes, I do want another glass of cheap-ass house sangria. Why is this floor/wall/bartender so sticky?
O’Sullivan’s 18th arrondissement Okay, just because we're in an Irish pub, doesn't mean we'll have t-IRISH CAR BOMB IRISH CAR BOMB PLEASE BARTENDER. MERCI.
Café Oz 9th arrondissement You will be surrounded by Aussies & wannabe Aussies ("That drink's called a cumshot! Noice!"), and at some point, you will come to the simultaneous realizations that a) the floor is covered in sand, and b) you don't know where your shoes are.
La Cantada 11th arrondissement ABSINTHE BAR! I WANT TO HALLUCINATE!
La Féline 20th arrondissement There’s something about a rockabilly joint that attracts people wearing leather and leopard print and drinking cheap cheap beer, and for some reason, you.
Hideout 1st arrondissement The whiskey Cokes cost €4 a pop, so how did you end up spending €175 plus change and half a pack of gum in here? Also, what's that burning sensation?
Les Furieux 11th arrondissement Clues that something is desperately wrong: you're listing to a '90s rock band, sitting on a red leather seat, and feeling no sense of irony whatsoever.
Aux Noctambules 18th arrondissement It’s 4a and this bar is open for another hour, and a demi-pinte is only going to run you €2.20; you’ve got pocket change for that! Of course you want to down a few last beers under the light of a disco ball. You only have yourself to blame when you later stumble into a Pigalle “Chinese massage” establishment.
Le Zorba 10th arrondissement How the hell is it 6a already? Must be time for an after-hours drink, which you can do until 9a at this Belleville haunt. A shot of Jager could technically be considered a morning drink, right?