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.