Le Smart sur Dijon

Good service. The atmosphere was so-so because of a bad DJ. Will try again to see.

I went to Smart and I'm still wondering if I was alive or just in a bad dream with music playing in the background. The entrance felt like a secret passage to a parallel world… but not the cool kind: the kind where you regret your choices. Inside, the air was a cocktail of old sweat and questionable perfume. The lights flickered with the precision of an electrical malfunction, making you feel like your brain was about to short-circuit. The floor felt sticky as if everyone had decided to leave their past behind, literally. The DJ? I think he was trying, but his music sounded like a mix between a broken fan and a cat screaming in a bucket. The people… people were moving, but not really. More like puppets forgotten by their puppeteer. The cocktails were chemical experiments: not bad, not good, just… suspicious. The bar seemed to have a life of its own; the bartenders were smiling, but their eyes were saying, “You shouldn’t have come here.” The toilets were a labyrinth where time stood still and the smell followed you even outside. I left wondering if I'd simply attended a party or survived a post-apocalyptic art installation. The Smart: where the night hits you, but not in a good way.