Slow dancing is an anachronism. But then the Hide Away is, too. With its padded bar, disco ball, mirrored walls and airbrushed paintings of shipwrecked damsels, little at the Hide Away has changed over the past 30 yearsaside from the advancing age of the patrons. Every night of the week, the bar packs in blue-hairs who've come in droves to hear organist Mark Dew do his thing. Never mind that Dew can't see his geriatric galleryhe's blindhe can hear them shuffle their feet on the dance floor as he belts out show tunes, Rat Pack faves and classic country masterpieces.