heer exclusivity compounded by mystique oozes from Le Social's confines. Rumours hint at a secret side entrance used to usher in VIP. So be alert to all newcomers creeping in from dark passageways. Like an extension of a Bond film, this English-style manor reeks of affluence and prestige with passwords in full effect. Who could have predicted Peter Lyall’s 19th century red sandstone gem would cocoon an elusive nocturnal culture over 100 years later? Your first clue to its whereabouts will be the herds of fashion savvy youngsters amidst wealthy professionals begging for inclusion into this secret society.

Chandeliers drip through stairwells and street-like lamps droop adjacently over a grandiose marble bar casting a yellowy glow. Lavish leather sectionals and antique furniture straddle "reservation only" coffee tables; a strange twist on seating arrangements. Dazzling orchids garnish every open space and the addition of a shower and Jacuzzi upstairs in the washroom suggests that no expense has been spared to enhance the decadence. - ML