The Williams Club in the east 30s. Home away from home during the ten years after graduation, and a convenient and cozy rendezvous for friends and business associates for years after. I could even crash there for free sometimes if I had a late flight and there was an empty room. Quite decent food too. Closed for, simply, greed by one of the wealthiest colleges in America. What’s worse, presuming to place this in the stuffy, stiff and distinctly non-cozy Yale Club.