Yale Club of New York City

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

The Yale Club of New York City
Type Private club
Founded New York City, New York, 1897
Headquarters 50 Vanderbilt Avenue
New York, New York
Website www.yaleclubnyc.org
"Yale Club" redirects here. For other uses, see Yale Club (disambiguation).

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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