What a time for a young gossip columnist's drugs to permanently kick-in—beneath the short-ceilinged Graydon Carter nest that lurks across the street from Harvey Weinstein's endlessly-renovating townhouse. (Or maybe we meant "peeks," and so did Spencer, probably, when he wrote "Eddie Vedder looked upward, his face peaking out from a tangle of rangy locks." How high? So high!) Ha, we're being so mean and nitpicky—the peace is actually very good! Piece. Sorry. Glass houses! Anyway! Spencer's thesis is that, while in some ways Graydon Carter's Waverly Inn is the new Elaine's, in other ways, well, it isn't. But if one reduces his work to a list of proper nouns, it becomes a handy way to define the Waverly Inn itself!
Who eats at the Waverly Inn (per this article)?
(celebrity photographer) Sante D'Orazio
(publicist) Bobby Zarem
Post editor Col Allan
Grove/Atlantic publisher Morgan Entrekin
his novelist Richard Ford
BlackBook magazine editor Steve Garbarino
Who eats at Elaine's (as per this article)?
Felicity Kendal, who has "the best ass in London"