About Le Boudoir
Descend down a twisting series of red-carpeted stairs into Le Boudoir and the bustling Wyndam Street above, all sticky pavement and heaving bodies, can seem like a world away. Visitors will soon notice the distinctly French flavour, among both the clientèle and the décor which is styled something like Marie Antoinette’s parlour complete with scarlet wallpaper, gold-gilt paintings and chandeliers. The lights are dimmed to a suitably seductive level in the evenings when the windowless room comes into its own and the velvet sofas in the corner are the best place for intimate cocktails. From the list the martinis rule the roost; the Summer in Paris and Red Pearl -- whisky, gin and rum-based respectively -- play with the martini concept and taste-buds. Along with a no happy hour, no Jager Bombs and no flair bartending policy, food doesn’t feature here, but upstairs is the sister establishment Pastis that offers solid French dishes. Things can get tight on busy nights, but that can add to the jolly bonhomie. Away from the dark marble bar, respite, and a hit of real Hong Kong is just a few steps away via a door to an altogether less classy back alley.