The 21 Club: Who's the Boss? (Or, Is It a Secret Society of Tuxedoed Cats?)
Okay, folks, let's talk about the 21 Club. Not just any club, mind you. We're talking the 21 Club. The kind of place where you half expect to see Humphrey Bogart nursing a martini while plotting world domination (or at least, figuring out how to get a decent parking spot in Manhattan). So, the burning question on everyone's lips (besides "Is the chicken consommé actually worth it?") is: who owns this legendary watering hole?
A History Lesson (Because You Asked Nicely)
Before we dive into the ownership drama, a quick trip down memory lane. The 21 Club started its life as a speakeasy back in the roaring twenties (because, prohibition, amiright?). It was the place to be, the place to see, the place to maybe, just maybe, cut a deal with a shady character while sipping something that definitely wasn't grape juice. Over the years, it evolved from a clandestine hangout to a symbol of New York City elegance, playing host to presidents, royalty, and anyone who was anyone (or at least, anyone who could afford the hefty bill).
The Ownership Saga (Dun Dun Dun…)
So, who owns this slice of history? Well, it's a bit of a tangled web, like trying to untangle Christmas lights after they've been stored in a box for a year. For a long time, the 21 Club was owned by the Kriendler and Berns families, the original founders. Think of them as the royal family of overpriced cocktails. They held the reins for decades, ensuring that the club maintained its air of exclusivity and slightly intimidating charm.
However, in the grand tradition of business (and soap operas), things change. In 1995, the 21 Club was acquired by Orient-Express Hotels (now known as Belmond). Yes, that Orient-Express, the one with the fancy trains and even fancier prices. So, for a while, the 21 Club was part of a luxury hospitality empire, like a prized jewel in a very expensive crown.
The Plot Twist (Because Every Good Story Needs One)
But wait, there’s more! In 2021, Belmond decided to sell the iconic location. And who snapped it up? None other than checks notes frantically … Madison Capital. Yes, a real estate investment firm. So, the 21 Club, after nearly a century of family ownership and a stint with a luxury hotel chain, is now in the hands of the real estate gurus. Will they turn it into condos? (Just kidding… mostly). Hopefully, they’ll keep the club's spirit alive, even if it means replacing the vintage ashtrays with something a bit more… 21st century.
The Mystery Remains (Because What's a Good Story Without Some Intrigue?)
While we know the official owner is Madison Capital, one can't help but wonder about the real power behind the scenes. Are there shadowy figures in pinstripe suits pulling the strings? Is there a secret society of tuxedoed cats dictating the menu? (Okay, maybe not the cats). The truth is, the world of high-end real estate and private clubs is often shrouded in a bit of mystery. And honestly, that's part of the charm.
FAQs (Because You're Full of Questions)
Here are some FAQs to satisfy your curiosity (or at least, distract you from the fact that you can't afford a membership):
How to get a reservation at the 21 Club?
- Answer: Start by selling a kidney. Just kidding (mostly). Seriously though, reservations are tough. You'll need to call well in advance, pull some strings, and maybe offer a small fortune.
How to dress for the 21 Club?
- Answer: Think "dressed to impress," not "dressed to Netflix and chill." Jackets are generally required, and you might want to leave the ripped jeans at home.
How to afford a drink at the 21 Club?
- Answer: Start saving now. Or win the lottery. Or both.
How to sneak into the 21 Club?
- Answer: Don't even try it. They have doormen who could probably spot a fake ID from a mile away. Plus, the embarrassment factor wouldn't be worth it.
How to find out the secret handshake for the 21 Club?
- Answer: Good luck with that. If you find it, please let me know. I’m thinking of starting a rival club for people who can't afford the real one. We'll serve tap water and potato chips. We'll call it "The 22 Club."
