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We stopped by yesterday at 217 Pulaski in Bed-Stuy, where SarahJames, a new speakeasy, will open on Saturday. The cozy space upstairs—a converted two-bedroom apartment—certainly has the secretive ambiance of a speakeasy. Jeffrey Rathgeber, who manages the business side of things at SarahJames, also showed us the downstairs area, where he plans to display local artists and have an intimate lounge space for locals. For the full menu, the handiwork of head chef Dakota Freeman, check out the review at Eater. As for the speakeasy part, we asked Mr. Rathgeber what makes SarahJames a speakeasy in this day and age, and he replied: “Well, if we were a real speakeasy, we wouldn’t open in a bright yellow house with so much publicity. But prohibition is over.” SarahJames will be open daily starting at six and ending when people leave. Oh, and you don’t need to arrive wearing flapper caps and Oxford bags, but don’t forget the dress code. GMAP
Eater Inside: SarahJames [Eater]
Brooklyn Food & Drink Round-Up [Brownstoner]


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  1. Don’t go here. My name is James and it was my dream and hard work that made sarahjames.
    During construction I broke my back and couldn’t walk for 9 weeks. Jeff ratgeber replaced me and change things so that you have a movie spot instead of a great eatery.
    Jeff has money from being in hedgefunds and selling his soul for it as he said.
    By going here you are helping evil people.
    Please boycott sarahjames. Thank you all for the good thoughts and prayers you’ve sent me.

  2. I don’t care what they call it I am just De-effing-lighted that there’s someplace I can walk to in the hood besides Chinese and pizza. No offense to the Chinese and Pizza, but this corner of Bed-Stuy could sorely use someplace like this. Hurrah!

  3. Yeah – I don’t get that. I guess in true “speakeasy” style, they prefer folks to wear suits and evening dresses (fat chance).

    Then again we’ve already established that this is definitely NOT a speakeasy. I think they’re a bit confused. Or maybe I am.