There was once a famous saying: A lounge by any other name would still look as sweet.

Or something like that.

But first things first.

You know we work hard for you. Once in a blue moon, though, we come across a pretty credible threat (pain of death, or at least major verbal bludgeoning) meant to keep us from covering something. We still uphold our civic duty to report, but forgive us for being more cryptic than usual.

Because we've seen the goods, and well, this spot's worth trying to keep away from the 15-second hype.

Just a few steps north of some locked-down greenery, there's a side door hosted by a discriminating gentleman brandishing a very short list.

Inside, you'll find what looks like the main room of a gothic Spanish villa, with blood-red velvet drapes, a shapely liquor display, and a massive carved fireplace big enough to walk into (if you don't mind a little heat). Clack some cues on a red pool table and lean back on the room's giant rugged wooden columns that would make Paul Bunyan proud. The old-school music fits just right. The loo is lounge-friendly with unisex mingling, luxe seating and a subtle passage off to the side.

It's also highly recommended to say hello to the lovely Theodora, who will set your evening right with spirits like no other black-clad temptress.

Or consider a little sleepover. Because the night here is just starting to bud.