Joe Sent Me
What’s the deal with The Club Durant, the Stork Club, The Cotton Club, and The Club Richman? They all gave Prohibition the ol’ heave-ho, turning a blind-eye to those pesky rules about no booze. Who cares about the law, am I right? Hanging out at George Lamaze’s swanky joint, the Park Avenue Club, you’d rub elbows with judges, top-notch lawyers, and their soon-to-be clients. And let me tell ya, in the Big Apple alone, there were about 32,000 speakeasies to choose from. Talk about good company!
But don’t think just anyone could waltz in. Nah, you had to be in the know. You had to know the spots, the secret knocks, and you simply had to say “Joe sent me.” And Bam! The Real McCoy flowed like water, but of course, it came at a price. So raise your glass and let me school you on some of the famous and not-so-famous speakeasies from the heyday of that grand social experiment. Cheers!