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Le Boudoir

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  • Brooklyn Heights
  • price 2 of 4
  • 3 out of 5 stars
  1. Photograph: Paul Wagtouicz
    Photograph: Paul Wagtouicz

    Le Boudoir

  2. Photograph: Paul Wagtouicz
    Photograph: Paul Wagtouicz

    Dauphin at Le Boudoir

  3. Photograph: Paul Wagtouicz
    Photograph: Paul Wagtouicz

    Guillotine at Le Boudoir

  4. Photograph: Paul Wagtouicz
    Photograph: Paul Wagtouicz

    Le Boudoir

  5. Photograph: Paul Wagtouicz
    Photograph: Paul Wagtouicz

    Le Boudoir


Time Out says

3 out of 5 stars

Beneath the Brooklyn Heights bistro Chez Moi, sits this much-less-quaint, Marie Antoinette–inspired speakeasy designed after the her private chambers at the Château de Versailles. While the service (20 minutes to get a drink) is far from the royal treatment, Le Boudoir makes up for those faux pas with historical thrills, channeling its audacious queen with silver-plated chalices, neoclassical paintings and even a doorknob lifted from Marie’s actual bedroom.

Created by Franky Marshall (the Dead Rabbit), cocktails err on the side of excessive, but what else would you expect? Too-rich sips include the Dauphin, which has an almond- and coconut-milk base shot with absinthe and chili liqueur. It’s liquid dessert, served chilled and wedged inside a bowl of ice the pebbled cubes of which have a nasty habit of flying everywhere. A refreshing reprieve comes courtesy the Jardin Royale, which softens blanco tequila, La Quintinye extra dry vermouth and pamplemousse liqueur with lavender soda.

The dimly lit, 55-seat watering hole succeeds as a speakeasy because you actually feel as if you’re hiding. The entrance to the intimate lounge is disguised by a bookshelf that is a replica of one from the late queen’s library. (Tip: Don’t try to exit the same way you walked in; the owners might threaten you with the guillotine—and not the cocktail version.)

Lavished in plush red-velvet banquettes, gilded mirrors and castle-like sconces, the opulent parlor feels authentic. In fact, if Marie herself were a boozehound (we already know she was nuts about cake), it’s easy to imagine her opulent ghost haunting the bar’s bathroom, a duplicate of her private powder room—hopefully, with her head still attached.

Written by
Jennifer Picht


135 Atlantic Ave
Cross street:
between Clinton and Henry Sts
Subway: F, G to Bergen St (Smith St)
Average drink: $13
Opening hours:
Mon–Thu, Sun 6pm–1am; Fri, Sat 6pm–4am
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