Panthère Noire

Those old enough to remember this boîte as the infamous DiSalvio's are a tad long in the tooth for Panthère Noire -unless they're named Rocco and drive a Bentley. Then it's prime for the picking. Sleazy? Mais, non! Only if the occasional exposed nipple and outrageous PDA's on the dancefloor are considered sleazy. And what classy joint doesn't have a stripper pole these days? It's a tiny swirling black and purple sea of sexiness served up in champagne cocktails and seated in Barcelona chairs. The music matters most with a mind-blowing sound system and resident DJs Maüs and MightyKat funking up the joint on a regular basis.