The Spy Club is a veritable temple of faux. Faux sneaky with a bookcase door "hidden" in the Midtown Yacht Club. Faux Russian with bits of Lenin memorabilia adorning the walls and bathroom signs written in Cyrillic. And faux hip with itís oh-so-early 90s oxygen bar. But despite not being anything it pretends to be, the Spy Club is actually a pretty good club. The maze of rooms on its two floors offers plenty of opportunity for private tete-a-tetes. The drinks are a bit pricey but itís nice to have roving cocktail waitresses bring them to your roost. The dance area has a sort of no pressure dance-if-you-want to feel rather than a mash of booty-shaking bodies. And with a crowd that ranges from the outrageously hip to hopeless tourists thereís plenty of fun people watching to be had.