To get into this speakeasy-themed Cuban oasis (in the space that used to be Blacklite), reservations are recommended and you'll need to wear somewhat dressy attire (no baseball hats, shorts or flip-flops). But La Descarga's dramatic details make it worth the trouble. If you make it past the guard outside, you'll get to walk up a stairway into what looks like a dilapidated hotel room. Inside, a pretty gal sits at a desk, checks off your name and opens the doors to an armoire filled with Ricky Ricardo garb, moving them aside to reveal an entryway. You walk through and - voila! - you're inside a dark and decadent hideaway boasting a fat roster of fancy rum drinks and a separate, semiventilated room for puffing on cigars. The sultriness of the experience reaches eye-popping heights a few times a night, when a scantily clad burlesque babe (backed by live Latin musicians) writhes about the room, hangs from the balcony and stomps atop the bar while eating and playing with fire. Hot, hot, hot!