Bobo Bar?

Jeanie and I have called each other "Bobo" since college (after Mr. Burns's teddy bear), so we were naturally excited to check out Bobo Bar, just a short walk from dinner. When we arrived, we found it was now apparently called Rouge. Regardless of the name, it was a charming spot with exactly the atmosphere we were looking for. We took seats at the dim bar with lush red walls and enjoyed a pisco sour (me) and Cuba libre (JC). The other patrons were nicely dressed but not overdressed and were so much more mellow and happier than folks at your average American bar. After the drink, we debated stopping into Cafe Bar Habana for a mojito but instead decided to call it a night.