There are few finer things than Brahms and Bruckner after an open bar, but such concurrences are rare. Since the last patron brave enough to smuggle her own—a jeroboam of Bordeaux disguised as a luxuriously swaddled baby—was throttled by an overenthusiastic security guard, we have had to rely on fundraiser concerts like Thursday’s Orchestre Métropolitain season closer at the Maison symphonique.
A more progressive age awaits.