The English have long sold themselves on shambolic charm. In the case of Soho House, the London private members club with a new branch in New York, emphasis on the shambles. On Wednesday, the club's opening night, a leak had put the elevators out of commission, and visitors had to trudge up sodden stairs. And, last night, members were turned away because the database was on the blink. "The computer's deleted the newer members," said the receptionist. "I've tried to call Podge, but he's wandering the house." A manager named Podge: ah, that must be the charm part.
Soho House New York