When overpriced cocktails are a draw instead of a deterrent, it's not a good sign. Such is the case at Whiskey Blue, where the after-work, Cavalli-suited crowd sips $20 martinis by the bar like they were born to do nothing else. Equally grating are the women who are turned on by this kind of thing, presumably because they have Stepford Wife-style dreams of one day doing the same. If they could only master that cold, disinterested stare. Tell us why they don't perform lobotomies at Bellevue any more?