An iridescent fashionista dive catapulted to fame by ambivalent neighbor John Galliano (he loves it! he hates it! he doesn't understand the hype!) with nothing going for it except the crowd and the sassy staff. Tired decor, predictable music, whatever. During warm months the action spills onto the sidewalk, much to the locals' dismay. One poor chump is tasked with keeping people off the street and under the awning. Despite the high cheekbones, skinny waists, and funky dress, the scene is surprisingly unpretentious. Hands down the best place to people watch in the Marais.