007 lands his L-39 jet at...

007 lands his L-39 jet at Palm Beach International Airport and taxis into Signature fixed base operation. They roll out the red carpet and bring his Aston-Martin to him. He straightens his tie and lights a cigarette. The glow inside the vehicle lights up the tarmac. He drives to Rachael’s nightclub where he will be entertaining his peers from counter intelligence. As he approaches this walled marble edifice, he realizes this nightclub is all about class. There are no neon signs or flashing strobes. He pulls into a large portico where he is met by a prompt uniformed valet. There is a small fee for parking. Out of the corner of his eye he notices no less than two automobile detail stations that could restore the Aston to its pristine condition if he were so inclined. He enters the grand Italian mediterranean revival building through one of two huge polished brass doors held open by the one of the doormen. Upon entering the T shaped marble hall he walks across the Rachel’s emblem projected onto the floor by a hidden light. Turning the corner he is met by some stunning greeters who ask if he has dinner reservations. With the turmoil of the day, Moneypenny had not been able to project such advance plans. So the quick thinking Bond asks to see the Matre’d. As the distinguished, tuxedo attired gentleman approaches bond holds out his hand with a $50 note palmed. With out looking, the Matre’d praises Bond as he would an old friend and treats him as the most valuable item in the entire place ‘the patron’. He leads him to the best table in the house to await his comrades. The five star dining room sits on a plateau four or five steps above the entry level. From his vantage point Bond notices a very small stage that divides the fine dinning from the café dinning and two long glamorous bars flanking each side of the large theater. Beyond the bars on each side of a long stage is a sitting area where you might retire to enjoy fine cigars and after dinner beverages or deserts. In the center of the room there are two opulent $100,000 chandlers. A carpeted staircase extends from the back of the stage to the second floor so the debutant entertainers can make their entrance. On the far side of the room facing the dinning room secluded by the stairway is a lap dance area.

Back at the table the guests have arrived, impeccable beverages have been served and the headwaiter asks if the guests would enjoy female company. With a nod he brings several bedazzling beauties to the table. They are decked out in fine jewels and evening gowns. They are polite, articulate and carry intelligent conversations. His guests are overwhelmed. There are several assistants helping the main waiter, as you would expect is a fine dinning establishment. Bond peruses the extensive wine list but orders another round of cocktails instead. The menu is ala cart and expensive but the portions are large, sumptuous and justify the price. Bond orders the pheasant under glass while others order the enormous porterhouse steak. The waiter takes his time and asks each of the patrons just how they like their dish prepared. As dinner is served the hostesses offer to leave you to you business or stay if you like, they may even enjoy a drink with you. There is a price to be paid for their company but no fee is set. They depend upon the generosity of the patron. On the main stage there are three ladies performing one removing her evening gown, one topless and one tastefully nude. There are few $1 tips from the rail. Instead the ladies appreciate the patronage given by lonely high rollers for their company. The $20 lap dances are also hard to resist from such breath-taking ladies. The contact is more than you might expect in this type of place. On the small stage just below the candle lit table is one lovely lady who performs three songs stripping, topless and nude.

As the evening draws to an end Bond speeds away towards his accommodations at the Breakers Hotel. Out of nowhere a black SUV cuts him off the road. The Aston-Martin rolls over twice; the screen fades to black and the theme from 007 starts to play.

An evening like this will cost about $300 apiece. This is not over the top for the occasional glorious evening out, or to impress certain important clientele. On a more economical note lunch is served Monday through Friday.