Beyond every pair of grand pocket doors at the Excelsior Club lies its own mood—and its own invitation to shed the ordinary. From a brainy haven of leather and lore, to an exotic lounge of candlelit calm, to a literary poker parlor, to a grand entertainment hall, every chamber is an experience. These rooms whisper stories without shouting, offering everything from quiet contemplation to spirited celebration—yet always with that signature speakeasy wink. It’s not just a location—it’s a shifting vibe that meets you wherever your evening leads.
Sink into deep leather club chairs or stretch out on plush green velvet sofas in our most swanky room, where comfort meets cerebral charm. Above, whimsical perpetual-motion machines—think sleek, modern whirligigs—dance with hypnotic elegance, while a curated library offers a rich dive into Kingston’s history. Coffee tables groan under classic board games—Scrabble, Monopoly, Risk, Chess, Trivial Pursuit, Pictionary—so whether you're plotting world domination or just spelling a seven-letter word for bragging rights, you're in the right place. This is low-key luxury that invites you to linger, with style and substance, all while feeling effortlessly at home—or at least better than your actual living room.
Slip into the Den, our exotic escape draped in Moroccan-inspired luxury—picture custom poufs, low tea tables, plush rugs, and dim, lantern-lit ambiance that’s rich enough to inspire intimate conversation or a comfortable silence. No hookahs here (lease rules), but we offer mood-enhancing alternatives to alcohol on request—options that offer a mellow buzz without the booze buzz, perfect for those who want a subtle lift without a hangover. It feels like a plush desert tent where the world outside dissolves—whether you’re deep in thought or just drifting into contented calm, this is the room that quietly does something for you, without shouting about it.
Welcome to our most intimate speakeasy-style hideaway, centered around a six‑foot round oak poker table and a bar framed by book jackets and black‑and‑white portraits of New York and Hudson Valley writers. The design draws inspiration from Chumley’s, a Prohibition-era speakeasy founded in 1922 at 86 Bedford Street in Manhattan—a clandestine haunt known for its hidden entrances, trap‑doors, and frequent literary patrons like Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Steinbeck, Faulkner, and Cummings. Patrons once carved their names into its sawdust‑floored tables and coined the phrase “86‑ed” when they had to exit the back door during police raids. Here, we evoke that hushed camaraderie and literary spirit—without encouraging any table‑etching.
Our grandest stage, the Ballroom is a chameleon of extravagance—seating your cabaret-style jazz one evening, karaoke and dance-offs the next, and screening classics or modern epics on a 120-foot 4K projector whenever the mood strikes. With over 6,000 high‑def and 4K films in the club’s library, it can effortlessly pivot from hushed noir screenings to sing-your-heart-out nights. Live performances—jazz ensembles, folk duos, perhaps even impromptu poetry—mix with birthday bashes, open-mic evenings, and occasional interpretive dance experiments. Spacious, state-of-the-art, and endlessly adaptable, it’s your go-to for everything from cultured soirées to loud celebrations.
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Disclaimer: The Excelsior Club, herein referred to as “The Club,” is a purely fictitious, non-commercial entity created solely for the amusement and convivial gathering of invited guests. No fees, dues, or payments are required for entry, drinks, snacks, or the general ambiance. Any resemblance to a real club, secret society, speakeasy, or clandestine group with passwords and cryptic handshakes is purely coincidental and likely the result of overactive imaginations and a flashy website. The Club does not sell, trade, or barter anything for cash, crypto, precious metals, or livestock. Entry is at the Host’s whim, lunar phases, or availability of clean glassware. Guests acknowledge that excessive praise of décor or cocktail prowess may result in repeated invitations. By visiting this website, you accept that the Excelsior Club exists only in the Host’s imagination and isn’t a real business or Illuminati chapter. You further agree you have no legal, moral, nautical, or interstellar claims if you can’t join a membership roster that doesn’t really exist. In summary: The Excelsior Club isn’t real, charges no fees, and is basically just the Host throwing a series of fabulous parties. Cheers!