You're three hours and five French 75s into another themed party at Justine's and someone has just knocked your wig askew again. As you stand your ground at the crowded bar, no one hears you above the din when you shout, "Remember gentlemen, it's not just France we are fighting for; it's Champagne!" An older gentleman on your left is reciting poetry for no discernible reason, the torch singer sounds more like Édith Piaf than Piaf did, and your belly has been sated with perfectly cooked snails and perfectly uncooked red meat. This Eastside French bistro gem is affordable, elegant, and consistently perfectly done. Your garçon will be unapologetic and beautiful, your drinks will be meticulous and slow, and the music will be vintage, vinyl, and played at conversational volume. It's a great place to take a date, but you'll be back. Partying at Justine's is an adventure, too. Though you may have to fight your way to the bar, the themed special events are always well orchestrated and spangled with glitterati.
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