Motorcycle fans of the world, unite! Whether or not you like motorcycles, this place is wonderfully decorated. The entire café is adorned with gas station and motorcycle artifacts, the only exception being the place's namesake, a bugle that is suspended above the espresso machine. An impressive collection of old oil cans lines the shelf above the bar. There is an old gas pump and air machine in the middle of the café, and there's even a motorcycle propped up on top of the refrigerated cabinets on one side of the room. Everywhere there are antique signs advertising motorcycle-related products. And a bulletin board allows local motorcyclists to put up little advertisements of their own.
The table and chairs are of a nice-looking wood. My espresso cup says "Le Clairon" and has a bugle on it. There is no music playing here -- instead, live birds chirp away in the birdcage on the far wall.
I would have to say that nearly every espresso I have drunk in Paris has tasted exactly the same. In only a handful of places has the taste been a little off, including here. I couldn't tell you if it tasted better or worse, just different. I realize it could be a result of the atypical "France Boissons" sugar cubes that I used, or perhaps my tongue is just in a strange mood today. There's no rigorous scientific analysis going on here that one could draw any concrete conclusions from. All I can say is that the espresso tasted a bit funny compared to my usual experience.
328 rue Belleville
Phone: 01 43 64 66 84
Sugar: packet of sugar cubes
Copyright © 2002 David Sadegh.
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