A members club for the long evening. For conversation, for cigars, for a quieter kind of company.
The Gatsby is a private members club in the heart of Washington — built for the people who actually run things, and who want somewhere to disappear into for a few hours when the day is done.
A great room with serious ventilation. A bar that pours generously. A barber who knows your usual. A tailor who keeps your measurements. A humidor with your name on it, and a whisky locker beside it. Open at every hour — for the late night, the early arrival, the long weekend.
Old in feel. Modern in care. Yours, by introduction.
Eight rooms. One unhurried evening.
The heart of the club. Deep leather, low light, real flowers, and a fire when the season calls. Phones face down. Conversation upright. Engineered ventilation throughout — the air stays as clean as the conversation.
A sit-down bar, not a stand-and-shout one. Whisky-led, with a deep bench in bourbon, single malt, and Japanese rarities. Cocktails poured properly. Caviar, oysters, a charcuterie board built like a still life.
Two chairs, hot towels, a proper cut and shave. The kind of grooming room you'd find in St. James's, in DC. Light up if you wish — the extraction system is built for it.
A private fitting room and a rotating partnership with one of London's finest bespoke houses. House tailor on premises for alterations, quick turns, and the suit you forgot to pack.
Personal humidor cells and whisky lockers for full members. Buy curated allotments through the house, store them with us, drink them here, gift them onward, or trade with fellow members.
Your dedicated concierge — discreet, attentive, on call. A booking at Pineapple, a car at midnight, your stock delivered to a hotel suite, dry cleaning returned same day. One number. One answer.
A small private room for matters that require it. For larger occasions, the house extends — a network of partner offices and counsel chambers across the city, available to members on request.
The doors do not close. For the member returning from Heathrow at 4 a.m. For the Tuesday that became a Wednesday. The lounge is always lit, the bar is always set, the welcome is always quiet.
Yale Club gravitas. Dukes Bar restraint. Annabel's discretion.
Membership at The Gatsby is extended by introduction. Every member is sponsored by another. Every guest is welcome on a member's name. The room remains the room because of who is in it.
Founding membership opens to one hundred. After that, by invitation, and only as the room allows.
The Gatsby is the evening you almost didn't take. The conversation that ran past the second pour. The chair you stayed in a little longer than you meant to.
A few things members ask before crossing the threshold.
If you would like to be considered among the founding hundred, leave a name and a way to reach you. We'll be in touch, in confidence.