A very brilliant friend of mine was leaving Paris so we went to the Hemingway Bar as a last hurrah.

Our drinks were great, but something about this place weirded us out. The concept is a bit bizarre. People come here with the romantic impression that Hemingway sat at this very bar as a raging alcoholic in 1920s Paris.

Now imagine Hemingway drinking his martini, scribbling away in his journal or whatever, sitting at this very bar surrounded by Hemingway paraphernalia — books by Hemingway, photographs of Hemingway, newspaper clippings about Hemingway, Hemingway’s hunting rifle, an enormous bust of Hemingway.

Way too meta. This place gives me the creeps.

Hemingway Bar, Hotel Ritz
15 Place Vendôme
75001 Paris, France
01 43 16 33 65