The words 'cigars and drinks' displayed on its sign are perhaps an understatement. Descend into this brick cellar, usually packed to rafters with partiers, and take in the smells of smoke, perfume, sweat and fragrant peppermint from the Mojitos. Che Guevara, whose likeness is featured on the wall, is no doubt rolling in his grave at the thought of the proletariat doing garish cocktail tricks for capitalist consumers of nightlife. Ask about free Samba and Salsa lessons.