Many bars and restaurants on the Lower East Side have familiar elements: model-like bartenders in possibly ripped white t-shirts, waiters with Australian accents, a drinks list that features all “natural wines.” The clientele? People who have “creative director” in their Instagram bios.
We get it, you’re cool.
Excuse My French is not cool. At least not in that way, and that’s exactly why we like it.
The wallpaper is green and gold, there are still life paintings on the walls in gaudy gold frames, and the big ticket cocktail is a deep purple mezcal concoction that magically turns pink when the bartender stirs in the last ingredient in front of you. And wait, is that fake library wallpaper on the door to the bathroom? You bet it is.
All of this creates the weird, funny charm of Excuse My French. But the real draw here is the food, which is really good.