I thought it would be fun to join one of those gentleman’s clubs, you know, the sort with men dressed in suits sat in leather chairs smoking cigars. I looked around for one, and eventually found a promising lead at the Excelsior Club. Upon entering, I couldn’t believe my eyes, leather chairs and men with newspapers, dressed to the 9s in suits and bow ties! It seemed perfect until I noticed a “No Smoking” sign. Alas, it was clothes but no cigar.