Yale Club Of New York City
Coordinates: 40°45′14″N 73°58′39″W / 40.754019°N 73.977524°W / 40.754019; -73.977524
| Type | Private club |
|---|---|
| Founded | New York City, New York, 1897 |
| Headquarters | 50 Vanderbilt Avenue New York, New York |
| Website | www.yaleclubnyc.org |
The Yale Club of New York City, commonly called the Yale Club, is a private club in Midtown Manhattan, New York City, New York, United States. Its membership is restricted almost entirely to alumni and faculty of Yale University. With a clubhouse comprising 22 stories and a worldwide membership of over 11,000, it is the largest private clubhouse in the world.
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