Le Depot is a throwback to the old days when you got your drink on upstairs, and less inhibited,…read morewent downstairs to find someone to grope you in the dark alleys and tunnels listening to new wave/electronic music with the requisite heavy bumm-bumm-bumm beat.
Yes, it was much more fun when it was pitch black downstairs, but after a remodel several years ago with the addition of a basement bar it's still pretty fun and definitely this place means business.
I mean okay, you can go to Open Cafe a few blocks away, or better still, start there, because let's face it -- that crowd is about as friendly as a stuck up French film, it's over-priced, and the pretty boy waiters are tabloid hairless/waxed/cute and their so-called service is painful at best.
But having been to Open Cafe, when you have achieved a serious loss of pocket money and utter frustration, and finally Le Depot is open, you head there, a 5 minute walk, and you quickly realize that what you wanted was somebody to feel you up in a dark room for very little money, a club that let's you check your clothing at the door if you so desired, and lots of little rooms with holes in the walls for...well you can fill in the rest.
Afterwards you return to your swank hotel, take a forgiving shower, jump into you down comforter bed for a night's rest, and the next morning snicker behind your sunglasses in the neighborhood patio cafe' about how naughty you were the night before.
If Le Depot ever closes, I will probably not need to visit Paris again...