Like the final episode of Deadwood, Lava Lounge is a bit of an anticlimax. The name conjures up images of a dark and sensuous den, full of smouldering guests loafing around on large and luxurious sofas. This should be a place where exotic and mysterious femme fatales sip cocktails from frosted glasses before being seduced by tall, dark and handsome men with fashionable stubble. The exterior of Lava Lounge hints at this alluring fantasy as you stroll curiously down West Street. However, reality swiftly intrudes as you realise upon entry that it's actually a fairly generic wine bar.