Who actually knows where genuine miracles come from ? At the Prince de Galles hotel bar, when Christopher Gaglione himself brings up the vat in which the cocktail we have ordered has been, maturing, we may be allowed to wonder who inspired whom. Is it the head bartender or the climate of the setting which sparked that first inspiration? A captivating and incredibly generous man lays out his vision of the ideal cocktail : classic or signature, aged in the hotel's cellar in its own splendid oak casks. The liqueurs, chosen and assembled by him, are coveted like a treasure or like the first fluttering of the heart when one feels the excitement of the hint of romance. He tastes each one of this ten casks day in, day out and even by the hour if necessary, to assess just the right time the mixture reaches its utmost point of maturation. This is atmosphere we seek out when we look for a spot at Les Heures on Thursdays and Fridays to taste a Saragota or a Grand Paris, cocktails that have taken the time to subtlely mature, telling our palates new tales. What we receive from the Prince de Galles' master.
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