The basement concert room is located near the toilets and probably near long forgotten catacomb…read moretunnels. Obviously, smells really weird: A mélange of mummies and finely aged urine. I've gone to several gigs in this very cramped basement.
Before, it was a venue for music you could bet on a horse here, A PMU in the upstairs bar. Gambling on horses was a thing here pre war until the early 2000s. Even during The Occupation. Sadly, the old clientèle was pushed out by Bobo hipsters and Stella Artois.
Over the din of bad techno, one can hear the trotting hooves of horses and old men chattering about the races. The patrons of the past are cheeky with the patrons of the present, whispering the names of the winning horses in the toilet. For example I was given the tip "Bet on Pesky Diamond, in the third!!' Sadly, that race took place in 1968 so I was too late to make the bet. As I was walking up the tiny basement stair to the main I noticed what resembled ectoplasm oozing down the left wall. Worth a look especially if you need a winning bet tip and a free phantom kiss from a horse.
