We know there's a little post hoc ergo proctor hoc in this, but if you ever want to seduce Sharon Stone, actress/auteur this is what to make/get/hire her for breakfast.

In an article by Le Figaro food critic François McFrench (nee François Simon) about a hotel in Cannes in the part of the New York Times that is purely aspirational not only for a lifestyle but for an era deja passé namely T Magazine, the chef at the Hotel du Cap recalls one morning when the American actress Ms. Sharon Stone ordered some fucked up shit for brekkers.

Sharon Stone, in a fit of inspiration, requested a harpist, followed by a Nebuchadnezzar of Champagne.

Fit of inspiration huh? Getting wasted and listening to a harpist sounds just like another typical morning for Andy Samberg (Zing! Look here see because he's dating Joanna Newsom, who plays the harp.) A more pressing question isn't necessarily whether it was Terpsichore or Calliope who was Ms. Stone's muse but where the fuck do you get a harpist at 9 am in Cannes on a moment's notice? Was there an instant one—just add water!-like a Sea Monkey packet in the janitorial closet? Whatever.

Here's the point: Sharon Stone might be old but she's still a) famous and b) attractive. Now you know something she likes in the morning. So the next time you see her—maybe with Rachel Zoe and BoysIIMen at the Waverly—instead of trotting your old line out, "How do you like your eggs in the morning? [Pause] Fertilized?" You can say, "Listen, I have a half-open bottle of Veuve from a month ago and a CD of Loreena McKennitt. Want to come to my walk-up and make love?" Chances are she'll say yes.