To enter this bawdy boîte, you descend into the catacombs of the early-14th-century Abbaye de St-André, once a cafe that attracted Verlaine, who slowly snuffed out his life in absinthe here. The singing is loud and smutty, the way the predominantly student audience likes it. Occasionally, the audience sings along. You'll enjoy this place a lot more if you can follow the thread of the French-language jokes and satire, but even if you can't, there are enough visuals (magic acts and singers) to amuse. The prix-fixe dinner is followed by a series of at least four entertainers, usually comedians. In lieu of paying admission for the cabaret, you can order dinner. If you've already had dinner, you can order just a drink.