Sure, we all just want to put on our glad rags and sip some giggle water. But it's like this, doll: The wrong person sees you slipping into a juice joint, and you're gonna get pinched. Play it nice and easy by going to Brennan's in the Central West End. Stroll in like you own the place, like you're just there for some fancy French cheese and maybe a cigar. Then -- cool, babe -- walk through the door behind the cash register and down the narrow stairs. Look around. The cat's meow, eh? Dark wood floors, plush leather booths, a gleaming bar and one of the ritziest wine cellars in town. The booze flows freely here, whether you're in the mood to nurse a single-malt solo or share a bottle of red with your squeeze. The music is mellow but the vibe is hip. A noir-cool speakeasy in the heart of St. Louis? Hot socks!