
From the outside, the red glow and 'Private' sign give Sucett's the air of a slightly seedy cabaret, but there's little of ill repute here: venture through the door and you'll find plenty of budget-conscious travellers and keen eaters tucking into the French and creole cuisine amid the inevitable male expats and their 'companions'. In short, it's exactly what local journalists have in mind when they call Isoraka 'Tana's Montmartre'.