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Cafe de L'Lindustrie,104 Parmentier,Paris 75011
   Rex Tyler, 30.11.2010 · Printable version
 


Oh! what a find
There's no quirkier place
A bar to relax in
But still own one's space
The Algerian Berber
Serves "Leffe" on draught
Such a delicate hue
Bathed in artisan craft
A strong vibrant brew
With a rush of pure gold
As the cool mountain dew
Excitingly cold
Sees the thrill, of hops roasted
And Barley that stays
Where the tongue feels encouraged
In so many ways
The Object D'art
Scattered all over the place
Genius, curiously picks up a pace
As the music enthralls
And the clientele they
Are especially cordial
Yes, one can say
Giving rise for expression
Whch just makes you feel
As the ambience kicks in
With incredible zeal
Cafe d L'Industrie
Yes, Paris must be
Happy the service there's
Exemplary



We thought the trick of catching the cigarette in your mouth was memorable
It was a joy to be in your Bar