Le Boudoir

Last night, Michael and I met up with a couple to get a few drinks at Le Boudoir, a little bar decked in opulent swaths of  marble, velvet and brocade, exactly as you would expect to find in any French salon of the 1800s.  The dripping chandeliers and recessed nooks struck the perfect chord of scandalous ill-repute.  I ordered a passion-fruit martini, kicked back, and soaked in my surroundings.  The place was delicious in all respects!

courtesy of HK Asia-City

*note: the picture makes the place look ablaze in light, but actually the chandeliers were very dim.