I don’t know why I tend to forget about the fabulous bar at Nana (warning: way groovy music), but I do. Now that the Chaparral Club is gone, the bar at Nana is the swankiest place in town to swirl a couple cocktails and dance. The lights of Dallas twinkle below while the soft jazz and sophisticated clientele make you feel hip in our somewhat square city. Perhaps it’s the Sex and the City glow going around town, but right now I feel like heading up the elevator to the 27th floor for a coconut mojito and a view of Dallas. Maybe Brian D, Sweany will bring his big Texas Monthly expense account to town and buy me one or ten.