L'envers review: our verdict
At L'envers, electronic music sets the pace all week long. Behind the storefront on Ibn Aïcha Street, a long counter, a bar bathed in red neon, and a staircase under a cloud of light bulbs lead from one space to another. The kitchen goes beyond mere snacks: carved wooden boards serve tacos, burgers, and sharing plates, offering a menu that breaks the mold for typical bars.
The clientele is mixed, with the evening starting calmly around a cocktail and ending standing near the turntables: this is the spot for groups of friends who want to go out without stepping into a club. The staff at the entrance are polite and the owners often come by to recommend dishes from the menu, although table service can become brusque when the place gets crowded. It's not for non-smokers or a quiet dinner: the room is smoky and poorly ventilated.
The drink to order: a cocktail, asking the counter for advice. The best time to come: late in the evening when the DJ has taken over the room; L'envers is closed on Sundays. The trap: coming to chat, as the music quickly drowns out conversation.
