The members' club
Access and a table at Casa Cipriani, Zero Bond and Manhattan's members' clubs: often through a member's invitation, which we ask for on your behalf.

Manhattan's closed doors, asked for on your behalf.

Access and a table at Casa Cipriani, Zero Bond and Manhattan's members' clubs: often through a member's invitation, which we ask for on your behalf.
A table at The Nines and Paul's Baby Grand, the confidential rooms where the New York night truly plays out.
Dinner, a confidential hotel bar then the club, a chauffeured car between each address: we hold the thread of the night, end to end.
VIP Access & Bespoke
Casa Cipriani, a private club and 47-room hotel in the Battery Maritime Building, facing the harbour; Zero Bond, at 0 Bond Street in NoHo, entered only as a member or guest and where photography is forbidden: New York keeps its closed circles, and a membership card is not always enough.
We ask for that access: a held table, an invitation in the right name, a word with the manager. Your preferences are passed on in advance for a smooth, discreet arrival. The decision belongs to the house: when it isn't possible, we tell you.
Behind the unmarked doors, the New York night plays out in small company: The Nines, a piano bar of about seventy seats above ACME, with live music every night; Paul's Baby Grand with its karaoke-club spirit; the confidential basements of downtown. You enter through relationships, not reservations.
We ask for the table and access at the right moment, with bottles at the right pace and a dedicated welcome. The night is composed from dinner to the last drink, without a break.
A great night in New York flows on. Dinner at a much-requested table, a drink in a confidential hotel bar, then a members' club and a downtown basement: we orchestrate the sequence, a chauffeured car waiting at each exit, from dusk to dawn.
The luxury of a VIP night in New York is that it stays private. A welcome through a discreet entrance, plain-clothes security, a table away from view, a discreet exit: we surround your evening with silent safeguards and communicate nothing concerning you.
A few of the names we open — the book itself never closes.
A confidential room with a karaoke-party spirit, downtown, much prized by those in the know.
A members' club and hotel with a London spirit, a dancing basement and a very closed night.
And every other: from the confidential neighbourhood table to the fully-booked three-star. Name yours — we know the house.
We ask for it, with a dedicated welcome, but these houses receive their members and their guests: access often depends on an invitation, which we ask for on your behalf. Weekends and great events are prepared ahead, and we tell you when it isn't possible.
Often: we ask for a table and access at The Nines, Paul's Baby Grand and the basements where the New York night plays out, subject to availability and the door's rules. You enter through relationships — we hold the thread.
Yes: dinner, a confidential bar then a members' club, with a chauffeured car between each address and a welcome at every stage. All you do is arrive — we hold the thread of the night.
Many run on membership or invitation. Through our relationships, we ask for access and a table in the right name, subject to availability and timing. We will tell you frankly what is feasible.
A welcome through a discreet entrance, plain-clothes security, a table apart and a discreet exit: we surround your evening with silent safeguards. Nothing concerning you is communicated.

The door closes for most. We ask for it on your behalf.