Club culture took off in London in the 18th century, and by the early 20th century, the whole of St. James’s—the swanky area between Piccadilly and Buckingham Palace—was occupied by grand buildings dedicated to the various interests of the great and the good. Collectively known as gentleman’s clubs, these establishments have, amazingly, nearly all survived, and despite archaic and convoluted membership processes, they are very welcoming to any visiting American who has taken the time to join a local university or racquets club. In fact, the red carpet will be rolled out to travelers who happen to have affiliations with clubs in Chicago, Boston, and Philadelphia, to name but a few. There are lots—the Carlton Club, White’s, the Athenaeum, Boodle’s—but my favorite St. James’s club is Brooks’s (I’m a member), as it’s nonpolitical and slightly more casual than some of the others, plus the food is exemplary. They even provide feather pillows so members can nap in the library after lunch.

The Swinging Sixties brought a second club revolution to London, spearheaded by the opening of Annabel’s in 1963. Mark Birley was a visionary who realized that the younger generation was becoming prosperous but didn’t want to sit in fusty rooms smoking cigars. Its success was immediate, and many others adopted the model with varying degrees of success. Birley’s brilliance was in creating spaces where people felt completely at home, and his restaurants Harry’s Bar and Mark’s Club, despite their strict membership criteria, are always very hospitable to Americans who treat them as second homes during the summer season. His son Robin Birley carried on the tradition with the opening of 5 Hertford Street in 2018 and his beautiful restaurant Oswald’s, where members can keep their own wines in dedicated drawers.