Yeah, you'll have to pay $4 for each 20 minutes to park at the seductive, moody, men's-club-masculine Seasons Bar. But order a drink and sink into your leather lounger long enough, and you can make up your losses by scarfing down as many addictive wasabi-coated peanuts and kalamata olives as you wish. The attentive staff never lets the snack bowls run dry. In fact, on one occasion when the bar's stash ran frightfully low, a shipment was sent overnight from Hawaii to be on the safe side. A periphery perk: The lounge pianist plays Pink Floyd, No Doubt, and the Grateful Dead.