Soho House has always existed as something of an enigma to me. The allure is, of course, obvious — a private members’ club for creative elites with chic hotels and restaurants scattered across major international cities. Soho House locations pop up weekly on DeuxMoi’s list of celebrity spottings, and the club’s no-photo policy only heightens its mystique — the second I’m not allowed to be in the know about something (or at least look it up on Google Maps and filter photos by “vibe”), the curiosity becomes all-consuming.

What goes on behind those (I can only assume) crystal-encrusted, gold-plated doors?! Over a crisp, sunny few September days in the English countryside, I finally got my answer — and I’m ready to spill the tea.

Just over an hour away from London by train (the Brits really

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