Don't say it. I already know what you're thinking. If her digits start with 818 she's geographically undesirable or somehow you won't be able to connect on that "I love Fred Seal too" or "Didn't you stew over Friedman's piece in the Times?" kind of way.

Sorry guys. She's not a stripper or a porn star. She's part of a growing trend of hot spots that are making you think again about (dare you say) "the valley" (there you said it and didn't combust) as a viable option for a night on the town.

She's sexy, hip, and being well-traveled she makes a scrumptious array of Spanish inspired Tapas while offering a well-chosen selection of wines by the bottle or glass. If you aren't familiar with the extensive list of vino from Spain, she's happy to offer you a sample until one hits the spot. She's equipped to indulge your Grey Goose habit, too. God she's good.

Her fireplace, cozy couches, ottomans and eclectic tunes (Jamiroquai meets Bill Withers) created the perfect mood to bust our your best Jungian quotes to the Betty who looks like she can hold her own with your Silverlake meets West of Bundy crowd.

Oh yeah, she can help private parties with a special room upstairs. She's a catch.