The year is 1937. The Cleveland syndicate holds a tight grip on Newport, Kentucky, dubbed, “the Vegas of the Midwest.” Cincinnati’s tawny power brokers cross the river to swill bourbon, swap gossip, and rub shoulders with gangsters and hustlers. Underground gambling casinos sprout up like weeds. One of these quasi-clandestine locales opens at 15 East 4th Street. Run by none other than Red Masterson, a reward for his role in the legendary Beverly Hills club fire. The Merchants club occupies three stories, including a luxurious dining room and casino. Today’s Merchants Club offers a moody respite from life’s humdrum, a chance to sip something classic and wax wistful about days gone by. Stop on by, we’re the only club in town where everyone’s a member.