Just to make sure this wasn't merely a matter of our heads being in the gutter, we asked our server if we were the only ones to notice that particular wine stain's genital resemblance we weren't. Kinda hard to miss and all.
But Bar Boulud features something potentially more pervy than the O'Keefe-ian wine stain (which pretty much dominated our dinner conversation): Has anyone ever noticed the underside of the lovely oak bar?
Heads up, ladies: That's a mirror right in front of your legs so be sure to cross 'em. Otherwise you're offering an off-menu, very clear up-skirt view for anyone sitting in the booths across the aisle.