Can't nothin' beat a man who favors mahogany over maple and marble to metalaminates; a guy with his own tricked-out kitchen who still prefers somebody else's cooking; a dude who smokes, but only Macanudos. We're talking about a fellow with a good sense of timing, direction and certitude. The kind whose inner compass knows when it's happy hour; the kind who, when he's aching to see you, picks up the phone and announces: "Cigar Club. Six o'clock. Be there."