Milk and Honey – “No name dropping or star-fucking”

I can’t put my finger on why exactly, but I’m huge fan of all things Speakeasy and Prohibition – peepholes, derbies, spats, suspenders, and paperboy hats.  I’m  sucker for dark, mysterious, low-key, unpopular, undiscovered and thus, sexy.  I’m particularly in lust if they have a mechanical NCR register, in lieu of the now ubiquitous (and ghastly) touchscreen Point of Sale systems.  Toss in some dim lighting, exposed brick, rustic copper ceilings, a hipster-approved 3-piece band with upright bass, aged Mahognay – and I’ll never, ever leave.

If you’ve noticed my Pub Crawl, you’ll see that most of my favorite haunts are somewhat befitting of those descriptions.  If I could have chosen my birth, I probably would have selected a period somewhere between post-Civil War Reconstruction and the turn of the 20th century.  Simplicity and authenticity were king.  Massive opportunities were left and right for the taking.  The Man pretty much let you do your thing as you pleased.  I would have thrived with my “can-do” disposition.

I avoid the clubby, “why you lookin’ at my girl for asshole,”  fist-pumping, Ed Hardy filled, douchebag bars at all costs.

I’m as OCD in terms of the establishments I like to frequent as I am behind the bar.  I’m nearly as critical too – can’t turn it off.  But, I’m never obnoxious and always make sure to tip very well – even for shiteous service.

That brings us to today’s new discovery – Milk & Honey.  I’ve got to get out more I guess.  It’s tough these days with all the goings-on.  This spot has been around for good bit but has just recently registered on my radar.  You can bet your ass I’ll be hittin’ it with a certain exuberance and high-hopes very, very shortly.  The entrance alone makes me salivate.

 

 

 

 

 

I think this place has got everything going for it that appeals to me:

  • No sign? Check
  • Obscure, hard to find location? Check
  • Word-of-mouth/Goodwill? Check
  • Old school certified Mixologist crafted cocktails? Check
  • Lots-o-Whiskey? You bet
  • Reservations only? Yep
  • Impossible to get into? Often
  • All homemade ingredients? You better believe it
  • Sexy? Hells yeah…

Milk & Honey M.O.:

Stay tuned.  Imma review this place at some point…

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5 thoughts on “Milk and Honey – “No name dropping or star-fucking”

  1. Yeah, Freddy baby! You’re my style of cat. I love me a speakeasy almost as much as I love bathtub gin. Good post. Keep it up. I can dig it, man!

    The RB

  2. If your blogging is any indication as to what kind of bartender you are, you’re obviously a damn good bartender. Great web site, man, (really like the design), and I just returned the favor and put you on my blog roll.

    Keep up the good work, and cheers!