Just finding the place feels like "Mission Impossible." Look for a red door bearing the name "International Exports, Ltd."--a front, of course. Once inside (be prepared to be de-briefed at the door) you'll be transported into the world of international espionage. From secret passageways, James Bond-inspired martinis (shaken, not stirred), sinking bar stools and phone booths equipped with background noise to support various alibis, it's easily one of the most unique nightclubs anywhere.
