After leaving the Lake Metropark in Ohio, it was already late afternoon, so we grabbed some lunch and headed home to wash up for our Saturday night on the town, er, on the City. We had 6:30 reservations for pre-dinner cocktails at the Velvet Tango Room, a swanky, Cleveland jazz club. When I researched the bar online, I discovered that the “backroom” was hush-hush. Not much detail was provided other than the fact that a reservation was required. The mystery of it all captured my attention. When the GPS signaled that we had arrived at our destination, Brian and I glanced confusedly at the building and its location. The words “Velvet Tango Room” glowed in a dim red shade. The sign was hanging below…