Gone are the days when you could cruise a steam room, dance your heart out and catch Bette Midler perform with Barry Mannilow all without having to change venue (fyi, the answer to that riddle is Continental Baths in NYC in the early 70s). The bathhouse scene has gone through quite a few iterations, from clandestine refuge for society’s “perverts” to hedonistic wonderlands of gay liberation to hotbeds for hard drugs and STDs. What it hasn't done, however, is disappear. And they aren't all created equally, either. L’Oasis Sauna in Brussels is about as classy as they come.