My first 'man bar'. Karl likes to call it, 'poker n d'as' cuz... Karl.
Instead of keeping a written tab, the bar staff either leaves your ‘dead soldiers’ on your table or places them on the backside of the bar right in front of you. When you’re ready to pay, they count up the bottles to give you your total. It’s a foolproof system.
In a couple of the 'man bars', like Bar Eden, I'm surprised to find that I'm not the only woman present. When there *is* another, she is usually either: serving up the beers; a 'house girl' who cooks up food that may be brought in by a patron or runs out to grab a few extra cigarettes at a barfly's request; or, she is part of the entertainment. Cuz man does not live by classic rock or gnawa alone.
Bistro du Titan
Bar Titan. Where a girl can be a guy. The only 'man bar' where i saw other ladies inside comfortably enjoying themselves as patrons. It should come as no surprise - the owners are a French mother-daughter duo.