Here are the sounds of le Boudoir. The music changes every night.
Click on some of the images on the map to hear the sounds of the space. Click it again to stop playing.
God, this is tasteless. They truly mounted my head to a beer tap? I hate beer. I’ve always been more partial to a nice red wine. Could they not get a Bordeaux in here? I suppose it would be tasteless to have that on tap as well. Oh, the whole thing is vile. What am I, a masthead leading these men to seas of drunkenness? Everytime I feel this peasant drink flowing through me, I want to vomit. Perhaps I am vomiting, in a way, through the back of my chest!
It wasn’t always like this. The man who sculpted me made me in the perfect likeness of Queen Marie Antoinette, a beacon of fashion and glamour immortalized in bronze. Then some dimwit stuck a pipe in me, and the rest was history. I hear they cut her head off, but I wish my head were severed from this sad den and mounted someplace a bit more respectable. Perhaps a museum… or even some wealthy man’s foyer.
Here are some food and drinks of Le Boudoir mapped onto a taste diagram. Many of the cocktails were extremely complex. Hover over the drinks to learn their components.
