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Land of Milk and Honey http://www.google.com/search?q=cache:S4OQTnC3z2EJ:newyork.citysearch.com/profile/11 Enter through the pitch-black double velvet curtain corridor of this unassuming Lower East Side “tailor shop” and you will find yourself in the land of Milk and Honey – a Prohibition era speakeasy style bar with a candle lit interior of 500 square feet including a lounge area in front, a classic short wooden bar, and five booths further down the narrow space on the way to the bathrooms. All drinks are hand-made (some include fresh mint leaves and freshly squeezed juices), and served on silver platters. Every so often, complementary fresh strawberries are served with cream fresh and honey. But wait, it’s not that easy. Visitors to this hyped-up downtown social club must call in advance (assuming they are connected enough to get the secret number and address). They must announce the size of their party, their expected time of arrival, and their “connection” – the source that referred them. And since the publication of a feature New York Times article about Milk and Honey on May 7th, entrance requirements have gotten even tougher. A video surveillance system has been installed on the front door to further screen guests, and assure that only announced familiar invitees are buzzed in. So what’s all the hype about this place? The idea is no hype. Milk and Honey is a backlash to the vanity celebrity-worshiping club scene and the rowdy frat-like meat market bars of New York. In contrast, the atmosphere at Milk and Honey is polite, classic and mellow – a collective of “good people” with an average of one degree of separation. The 1930s social club feel is the creation of one man, Sasha, who takes his |
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