panache

Tonight, I had a most pleasurable evening. Leslie and I went to a lounge in Cambridge, on Massachusetts Avenue. It was an upstairs affair, literally and figuratively. It is the first lounge bar in Boston that in my experience would justify the term 'panache'. This lounge had panache in multiples of many.

We started in Prospect Street with Field, a rather abortive attempt cut short by the utterly boring sprinkle of locals on the wrong side of interesting populating the pub. Phoenix Landing offered no improvement and thus the Middle Eastern was our first stop.

One beer later, we strolled into this upstairs lounge of which the name has slipped my mind. First impressions last and mine resulted in a gasp of approval. A bare brick interior finish, with hard-wood floors, dim lighting, comfortable and ample furniture set the decor. The population was interesting, casual yet stylish. The restrained classiness of the ambience was a rare experience in Boston.

Leslie and I had exquisite Martini's while we engaged in eternal talks over life experiences. The music was refreshing - progressive techno, jungle and house.

Overall this was an evening worth remembering and a venue worth revisiting.