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What a bunch of fucking assholes...
I walked in and sat at the bar early one Saturday evening shortly after dinner waiting for another three of my friends to show up, it took fifteen minutes and me yelling "HEY" at the bartender because he was too busy speaking to his friends to be bothered to do his job. Arrogant, hipster, tattooed pricks behind the bar that deliver attitude as though you should pay to look at them because they have hoola hoops through their ear lobes and are under 30. Nothing like it used to be. Lose the name Eagle/Aigle and replace it with "French Bastard" or "Pretentious Asshole Bar" (en Francais bien sur) it would be much more accurate. Stay away if you're a leather or fetish enthusiast this is not an Eagle Bar anymore.