The buzz surrounding Fish’s Bastille Day fête Tuesday evening was intense, begging the question: When did this French holiday gain such a rabid American following? We’re guessing it has more to do with Fish’s party-planning skills than any real affiliation with the country. And we’re OK with that.

But even the hosts seemed a bit surprised at the intense reaction they got. By 7 p.m. the bar area was swarmed with revelers, no doubt drawn by the CBT dancers dressed as courtesans struttin’ their stuff on a small stage out on the street. Getting a drink was nearly impossible, but the bartenders in berets and hostesses in French maid outfits were a nice distraction, along with the TVs over the bar, which were tuned to French classics Amelie and French Kiss.

While Marie Antoinette fanned herself and danced in the corner, those lucky enough to snag a table or drink nibbled on Brie or relaxed in the courtyard with the live chickens, puffing cigarettes, of course (trés Français). Between the dancers, the live accordion music, the petanque court outside, and, oh yeah, the absinthe, the event turned out to be sensory overload of the best kind.

When’s the next random international holiday? Let’s get on it, party planners!