Noir

] If Bogart and Bacall could hop off the screen of the Brattle Theatre, they'd make a beeline for this sexy Harvard Square gin joint around the corner. There in the inky darkness they'd snuggle into wraparound black vinyl couches, order sultry martini drinks with names like the "Femme Fatale" and "Notorious," and tragically smoke cigarettes (essential for any lounge worth its vermouth). Beautiful friendships have begun over less.