Kismet, from the Turkish for "fate," invites Dallas lounge lizards for a dalliance in a lavish Istanbul-style setting. With world music, an on-premise cigar roller and a premium Cognac list (think Pierre Ferrand Abel and Delamaine Vesper) it's easy to settle into a velvet cushion. But beware of being ousted from the bar: Many of the stools have been reserved on yearly contract (cost: $1,000) by VIPs seeking their destiny in the house pomegranate martini.

—Jeffery Lindenmuth