Dirty Dick

Nestled in the beating heart of Pigalle at 10 Rue Frochot, Dirty Dick transports you from Paris’s edgy nightlife to a lush, tropical fantasy. Behind a discreet red façade—once a brothel dating back to 1934—lies a tiki bar where kitsch meets craft and escapism reigns supreme. Inside, bartenders don Hawaiian shirts and serve potent rum cocktails in tiki mugs or even conch shells, each one an artful ode to island vibes. Expect theatrical flair—orders like the whiskey-infused Monkey Seed Monkey Screwed may be set alight tableside, the air humming with citrus aromas and faint island beats. Patrons describe an ambiance that’s part performance, part sanctuary: glowing tiki lamps, Polynesian carvings, and moody murals create an intimate stage where drinks become the main act. One visitor raved: “The ambiance was on point, fantastic drinks, and the owner was cool too”. Another recalled bartenders lighting tables on fire—a tiki thrill delivered with panache. No food here—plan dinner elsewhere—but the cocktails are reason enough. Expect a crowd to build post‑9 pm; reservations aren’t needed, just walk in and let the island night unravel. What was once a shadowy relic of Montmartre’s past now casts a different spell: Dirty Dick is a quirky, nostalgic retreat where craftsmanship, humor, and tropical warmth meet in every glass.