Deep below West 52nd Street is a massive stash of booze.
The cops never found it during Prohibition, and it belongs to the 21 Club. Famous for its sumptuously New Yorky dishes (like filet mignon with kumquat vinaigrette), 21 is a real boys’ den. Dark and plush, the subterranean rooms are festooned with intriguing junk: footballs, helmets, a model torpedo boat given by JFK, and a smashed racket from McEnroe.
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John Gimlette is the author of Wild Coast: Travels on South America’s Untamed Edge.
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