La Sanglière
Dry, short on the palate, made to be drunk while talking loudly. The very first one.

Donchery · Ardennes, France
Bar · Drinks · Brasserie Artisanale
Brewed here. Drunk not far away.
A 15th-century brewery that spent a hundred years as a wine merchante siècle devenue marchand de vin pendant cent ans, et qui s'est remise à faire de la bière en 2020.
The building was born a brewery in the 15the siècle. La guerre l'a rasé en 1914, on l'a relevé en 1923 — sauf qu'en 1923, dans le coin, on buvait du vin. Il est donc devenu marchand de vin, et l'est resté près de cent ans.
In 2020, Sébastien put a brewing vessel back where there had always been one. Nobody calls him Sébastien: he's Babass, a village boy, and that is not up for discussion.
The brewery is at the back of the room. You'll see the batch in progress, and sometimes someone stirring something with great concentration. That's Babass. Don't disturb him between 2 and 4 pm.
A brewery moves into the building. Its first life, and the longest one.
The war passes through Donchery. Nothing of the building is left.
Rebuilt — but people drink wine now. It reopens as a wine merchant.
Babass fires up the vessels in the exact spot where they once stood. Beer returns, five centuries on.
Brewery, bar, drinks, a barbecue yard and an ambulance with nothing medical left about it.
Brewed here. Plus a few hundred more from elsewhere.
Five regulars, one seasonal batch, and now and then an idea we half regret.
No online sales: put what you fancy on your tab, we'll get back to you about availability, and you pay at the bar when you collect.
Dry, short on the palate, made to be drunk while talking loudly. The very first one.
Bitter, resinous, a little talkative. Named after a customer who never left.
Coffee, liquorice, toast. To be drunk sitting down, near the stove, with no plans for tomorrow.
Coriander and orange zest. Brewed once a year, in May, and never in large quantities.

The yard is open Thursday to Saturday from 5 pm. The fire is lit at 5.30, the coals are ready around 6. No booking needed, but let us know if there are more than ten of you.
Safety. Le grill est manipulé uniquement par un membre de l'équipe. Les enfants restent à plus de deux mètres des braises. En cas de vent fort ou d'alerte sécheresse, le barbecue est annulé et annoncé ici avant 16h.
A former ambulance, taps in the back, a counter that folds out of the side. It travels to village fêtes, festivals, clubs and private events, within about sixty kilometres of Donchery.
Oui, il manque le U. C'est fait exprès. Celui qui a floqué le véhicule avait vu le film, et personne ici n'a eu le courage de le reprendre.
This vehicle is a decorated mobile bar. It provides no medical or emergency service whatsoever.








« Je suis venu boire un verre. Apparemment, ça fait maintenant trois jeudis. »
« Best beer stop between Reims and the Belgian border. We came for one, stayed for the evening. »
« Prachtige oude brouwerij, vriendelijke baas en bier dat je nergens anders vindt. Zeker de omweg waard. »
« Trajimos las salchichas, ellos pusieron la parrilla y la música. Volveremos con más gente. »

Birthdays, team dinners, clubs, gigs, weddings that refuse to end.
The official sticker. For your helmet, your glovebox, your fridge or your work laptop — so you never have to explain yourself on a Friday night again.
Transparent PNG file, 1049 × 1064 px. The real, sticky ones are at the bar.Nothing complicated: common sense, plus two or three things that stop an evening going wrong.
When in doubt, the rule is simple: ask whoever is holding the tongs.
Nothing by that name behind the bar. Ask Babass, he may have some out the back.