The Old Monk in Paris

There are a few pleasures in life which one cannot deny oneself, wine is one and whiskey another. Then there are pleasures in life, which are so rare that when one has an opportunity to savor them a little shiver runs down the spine…the head feels giddy…eyes light up…and resistance goes to hell! One such pleasure for me is Old Monk Rhum. Its strong, tastes funny, smells like medicine and mixes best with diet Pepsi (at least for me :P) – it reminds me of best friends, my brother’s wedding, my sister-in-law, my first love, rainy nights, crazy nights, park benches, speeding cars, bonfires, hiding in bathrooms – it reminds me of all that I have gained and some that I have lost. I have missed this little fat bottle filled with dark, dark pleasure since I have come o France – lets just face it, the French can do wine but not Rhum!

Bottle of Old Monk Part 1

The Strange Bar.

It IS a very interesting place.

Bottle of Old Monk Part 2

And last night wandering around in the streets of Bastille we stumbled across the strangest little bar with a Pirate Theme. And what do they serve – Rhum Of course! Rhums from around the world and wonders of all wonders – they serve Old Monk!!!! I could not believe my eyes when I saw it on the list, they even had a bottle decorating the wall. Yes one peg in Paris costs as much as a whole bottle does back in India but I have finally found a place here that serves up liquid black gold in a glass.

No prize for guessing which bar is going to be my new favorite now!