Beirut... well, Zach Condon (and friends)

Earlier this week, I attended the first "Soirée à emporter".

Arriving at the ungodly hour of half past eight, I thought I would have been in plenty of time, but as it turned out the queue was already halfway round the block and I didn't make it through the doors of the Flèche d'Or until just before midnight.

Once inside, I said hello to EliotE, I drank a beer, and then ...

And then...

For once, words fail me. Take a look for yourself at why it might have been worth queuing for three hours to see first Zach Condon, the man behind Beruit, and then the brassy Balkan brilliance that followed.

• Soirée à emporter #1