My grandfather introduced me to Harry’s, when he visited Europe for the last time to help me celebrate my escape from business school. He didn’t walk so well anymore, at age 96, but well enough for me to drag him (him to drag me?) to some choice representatives of the awesome collection of bars that formed part of his and my grandma’s booze cruises across Europe (according to my mother, my grandmother, who was apparently an epic socialite, knew the likes of Charles Ritz and once succeeded in picking up Sofia Loren’s entourage, but that’s another story.) I won’t say that all of his haunts have turned into tourist traps, but the Hemingway Bar at the Ritz did present us with the most astronomically hilarious bill I have ever witnessed in a gin joint.
Bars
Milion spreads across three floors, the garden and the terrace of a somewhat palatial residence dating from 1913. From what I read, the two kids who inherited it, penniless, decided in 1999 to turn it into a hip bar & restaurant, and did a pretty good job at it. And after driving past the closed-even-though-it-said-open-online [...]
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