The Gentlemen's Hour

For some young men, legacy and privacy will always trump big money—and zucchini chips. Trendy new members’ clubs are taking over Manhattan, but some young men are opting for the city’s Gilded Age mainstays instead—trading flashy perks for old-school allure By Andrew Zucker F or some time, Manhattan’s private-club scene has experienced vertiginous growth. Mario Carbone launched a Hudson Yards joint, ZZ’s Club, in 2023; chef Jean-Georges Vongerichten descended upon the Meatpacking District to open a point-one-percent-filled catacomb, Chez Margaux; Sunset Tower proprietor Jeff Klein descended upon the city last year to open one of his San Vicente clubs in the former Jane Hotel (disclosure: I am a member); even Kith, the clothing brand, joined the trend with Kith Ivy, a $36,000-initiation-fee hideout that opened a few months ago near Hudson River Park. But as the new guard of hospitality impresarios dot the READ ON