When it's high noon in Savannah, a certain nocturnal niche veils itself from the metropolitan frenzy that Broughton Street impels. But as the sun begins to dip beneath the vacant horizon, a seductive face with an oriental flair emerges and tantalizes innocent bystanders to slip away into its darkness that has come to be recognized as the Tantra Lounge.

Let your mind unravel as you bask in a soft robe of scarlet light that drips from the dozens of paper orbs dangling overhead. Speak a little more slowly, a little bit softer and sip from flutes of poetic cocktails like the citrusy 'Tantra Cosmopolitan' or 'Tropical Hibiscus,' a drink made from the nectar of tropical fruits and champagne to generate an explosion of dazzling bubbles. Of course, no lounge would be complete without an ample wine list and Tantra's features over fifty coveted wines, sakes, and champagnes that are worth toasting to.

For the tapas, an entrancing sushi menu features an exquisite collection of imaginative rolls; The East/West Roll uses a fatty yellowtail tuna to meld with buttery avocado and vivid mango whereas the Tantra House Roll takes a short dip in tempura after it gets a filling of juicy crab and salmon. Intricacy continues to bloom in steamy dumplings, sensual curries, and chilled seafood salads that employ the flirtatious ingredients of the Orient to permeate rather virginal components. A papaya and calamari salad is amped by feisty chile peppers which praise the blushing fruit's saccharine juice. Littleneck clams become suffused with essences of the iron wok they were thrashed in as does the lemongrass quail whose ginger infused flesh is licked by the grill's flaming tongue. For meal's end, the lounge offers a sultry crimson martini of strawberry sorbet glazed with wasabi-honey syrup. Its icy heat reinvigorates the palate by igniting the senses.