The Life & Leisure pullout of the New York Times' Financial Review called it the impossible-to-get-into-art-dining-experience. Nomiya, the single table restaurant perched atop the Palais de Tokyo overlooking the seinne and offering best (and only) seat in the house views of the Eiffel Tower. By now you should understand our love of the term impossible-to-get-into and by the time Life and Leisure turned their monocled eye from $6000 watches and **** to write about Nomiya we'd been, om-nomed and left.
Our quick drop de vin in Nomiya was actually the rounding out of our adventures at the Palais, since prior to food **** another small modular art/living piece was situated in the very same spot. [urlhttp://www.everland.ch/]Everland[/url], an unreservable single room hotel. To the unimaginative Everland was almost unattainable since the nightly occupier was determined by a lottery. One would have better luck winning the actual lottery. Powerballs? Got 'em. Taking the lottery route seemed tedious and we're impatient by nature so we pocketed the fair, took hold of the loaded, then got well to work.
Word dans la rue was Everland was coming down, being prepped for removal. A small piece of construction scaffolding landed us right on the roof, looking across at the small green and white podlike shape of Everland. A conveniently open window provided entry and with the kind of probability midnight lottery players seem to enjoy we were sitting comfortable on the plush green and white leather couches of Everland.
photo: snappella
It's fancy inside - all rounded corners and smooth surfaces in green and white. From the couches to the mini bar to the enormous womens handbag and dslr on the white clean shelves. On closer inspection we found clothes amongst the bedsheets and a small army of toiletries, makeup and eau de toilette surrounding the bathroom sink. Evidently we'd crashed someone's party, conveniently slipping in while they were out to play.
photo: snappelski
We snapped a few quick flicks for the photo album, hovering at the side window for the quick hustle if the legitimate lucky punters made their drunken return for a night of clumsy slamming passion smearing breasts, cheeks and lips sideways across the glass, leaving trails of saliva and liquid love. It's a safe bet to think most romped at the window overlooking the city of light and love's most phallic monument. We'd not wish to ruin the opportunity for that nights' occupiers so we split a quick bottle of the bubbly stuff, celebrated our cheeky visit and made good our escape.
photo: quantum-x
Plans were made to bring our significant others add our own juice to the love cauldron but the dirty was never to be done since a few days later a crane arrived, rigged her up and stole her away from us. Just as Everland was replaced by Nomiya, in a year Nomiya will hopefully be replaced by something new again. With a little luck in the lottery we'll get the sneak peak on that to. Bon appetit bitchnuts.
video: Hotel Everland - Palais du Tokyo, Paris
Our quick drop de vin in Nomiya was actually the rounding out of our adventures at the Palais, since prior to food **** another small modular art/living piece was situated in the very same spot. [urlhttp://www.everland.ch/]Everland[/url], an unreservable single room hotel. To the unimaginative Everland was almost unattainable since the nightly occupier was determined by a lottery. One would have better luck winning the actual lottery. Powerballs? Got 'em. Taking the lottery route seemed tedious and we're impatient by nature so we pocketed the fair, took hold of the loaded, then got well to work.
Word dans la rue was Everland was coming down, being prepped for removal. A small piece of construction scaffolding landed us right on the roof, looking across at the small green and white podlike shape of Everland. A conveniently open window provided entry and with the kind of probability midnight lottery players seem to enjoy we were sitting comfortable on the plush green and white leather couches of Everland.
photo: snappella
It's fancy inside - all rounded corners and smooth surfaces in green and white. From the couches to the mini bar to the enormous womens handbag and dslr on the white clean shelves. On closer inspection we found clothes amongst the bedsheets and a small army of toiletries, makeup and eau de toilette surrounding the bathroom sink. Evidently we'd crashed someone's party, conveniently slipping in while they were out to play.
photo: snappelski
We snapped a few quick flicks for the photo album, hovering at the side window for the quick hustle if the legitimate lucky punters made their drunken return for a night of clumsy slamming passion smearing breasts, cheeks and lips sideways across the glass, leaving trails of saliva and liquid love. It's a safe bet to think most romped at the window overlooking the city of light and love's most phallic monument. We'd not wish to ruin the opportunity for that nights' occupiers so we split a quick bottle of the bubbly stuff, celebrated our cheeky visit and made good our escape.
photo: quantum-x
Plans were made to bring our significant others add our own juice to the love cauldron but the dirty was never to be done since a few days later a crane arrived, rigged her up and stole her away from us. Just as Everland was replaced by Nomiya, in a year Nomiya will hopefully be replaced by something new again. With a little luck in the lottery we'll get the sneak peak on that to. Bon appetit bitchnuts.
video: Hotel Everland - Palais du Tokyo, Paris
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