By P.J. Gach
And how was your weekend? I finally got into Milk and Honey on Eldridge Street in the Lower East Side. Milk and Honey is a wonderful dimly lit bar with tin stamp ceilings and walls. It’s a long narrow space with a few u-shaped dark leather banquettes and only 5 barstools. They play old fashioned Jazz (think Billie Holiday, “Begin the Beguine and stuff like that) and make old fashioned drinks. We’re talking Casino, Aviation; The Queen’s Park Sizzle, Pimm’s Cup and the most divine raspberry gimlets – made with fresh raspberries. Only thing is, you must make a reservation to get in. And the phone number is unlisted. It took me quite a few days of sleuthing to get it. It was so worth the skullduggery. The bar is overseen by Joseph. He’s not a bartender, more of a mixologist. Sitting at the bar and watching him at work was like watching high art. His hands are like a surgeon’s; each movement is deft, precise, delicate in movement and balletic. April and I sat there and watched him at work. When he made a new drink, we begged him to tell us what we were doing. After the all barstools filled up, all five of us would stop what we were chatting about to watch him create another liquidious masterpiece.
Saturday I went to the launch party for EVOL perfume. The scent is fresh and fun. The scene SOHO 323, it’s right across from the SOHO Grand Hotel. Loved the venue and it’s perfect to bring a date. Very posh, but comfy atmosphere, with two floors and a DJ for each floor. Both floors have low slung couches with lots of pillows, tiny tables, candlelight and a totally smoochy atmosphere.
Sunday was Halloween. What did you dress up as? I was a droog. In fact all four of us, Ivan, Roxanne, Janis and I were droogs. If you’ve ever seen the movie Clockwork Orange, the young ruffians (dressed all in white with black hats) were called droogs. There were four baddies in the flick and so were we. We met up in the West Village and trick or treated. Yes! Four adults in their 30’s have had trick or treat bags and went in and out of shops all along the village yelling, “Trick or Treat!” My bag is full of chocolate. At the last minute we decided that we were going to be a part of the Parade, so we trundled on down to where all the floats and costume people were and joined in. We had our pictures taken by photographers, were interviewed by J school students from NYU and took pictures of ourselves with the many Elvis impersonators. After we got bored waving to the crowds, we headed off to the Korova Milk Bar. If you’ve seen the movie or read the book, that’s were the droogs hung out. Conveniently enough, there’s one in the East Village. We hung out until my feet said it was time to go home, so I did.