Reviews for Citysearch.com Page 7   self-declared social role as a “tradition upholder” very seriously. Sasha, a younger and prettier version of Robert Downy Junior who covers his classic white button-down shirt with suspenders attached to his high-wasted pleated trousers, mixes and measures his liquids with the precision of a Chemist six nights a week. He has mandated eight “Rules of the Bar” that are posted in the bathroom, dispersed at the bar and strictly enforced at all times. “No name-dropping, no star-fucking”, and “Gentlemen will remove their hats” are two such rules. Sasha gets annoyed when people get up to schmooze unless they are standing in the designated bar area. After a connected friend came in with Quentin Tarantino, Sasha didn’t speak with him for a week. But as Milk and Honey claims to be clear of New York City glamorama, its secret system of people-screening translates into yet-another city gimmick. Groucho Marx’s famous quote applies: “I don’t care to belong to a club that accepts people like me as members.” Since Milk and Honey’s rolodex of “good people” includes a minimal 300 names, the 5 million New Yorkers in their 20s and 30s that are not on Sasha’s list will do anything to be invited to join. Ironically, Milk and Honey with its discreet “no pose” attitude has made itself into the hippest spot of them all.