The name simply means candles, and there are a lot of them, scattered amongst a retro-style bar and nightclub ?" in addition to a much-adulated restaurant serving fine-French fare and full caviar menu. Most regulars skip the restaurant, opting to go directly into the club where a lively bar echoes in Francophile-lounge music. The night progresses much like a regular bar as phone numbers and glances are exchanged and a few awkward types make use (rather unsuccessfully) of the dance floor. Around midnight the club comes alive as the adjacent boudoir, with its bed-like lounge furniture, percolates with fleshy-bodies exposing themselves for all to see. Each person is attractive in their own way, like individual peacocks flaunting their feathers for all to see. It seems the club replenishes itself throughout the night as couples tire and move-on, only to be replaced by others making their way from prior engagements ?" skipping dinner and dancing no less.