"Oh, you'll be fine as you are, I promise," Sam swore as she said that he was unfairly advantaged in his dress for the Holodeck.  He smiled when she stood up, and then offered her his arm.  "Shall we?"  And then he started escorting her to the place in question.  "You'll like it a lot, actually.  Well, I hope - it's set for pre-warp drive Earth, about...oh, I think about four and a half centuries ago.  Almost, but not quite."<br/><br/>Arriving at the Holodeck doors, they opened up to reveal a partially darkened nightclub, with a dance floor, tables, a bar, and a band sitting at the 'end' of the room next to the dance floor.  The bar was mostly empty - the only persons there were the band, the bartender, and a few holographic patrons scattered around - a couple dancing, and a pair of small tables occupied.  "This is one of my personal favorites," he told her.  "Welcome to San Francisco, Earth, circa 1940."