At Jey in Ostiense, the drinks are cheap, the lights are low, and the music never stops.
Live bands take up the back room; red walls covered in old posters, mismatched couch seating where listeners
sink in with a drink and let the night unfold. Bourdain would’ve been all over it. He wouldn’t just watch…
he’d bring his musician friends, show up on jam nights when anyone can plug in, grab a mic, and play. He’d
probably egg them on to freestyle something wild, or rip into anything from Marvin Gaye to Jane’s Addiction.
The whole vibe is loose, gritty, and alive… the kind of place that doesn’t try too hard because it doesn’t have to.
