Marvin Traub from Bloomingdale’s pulled me aside last week at the Grill. He said, “I was waiting for your column, but it didn’t appear this week.” That’s because last week we had bankers, bankers and more bankers. It was like a bankers’ convention! There weren’t any celebrities except for Ralph Lauren, who came in again, Cory Booker, the mayor of Newark, and Lally Weymouth (I hear she’s going to be on Donald Trump’s Celebrity Apprentice. I think it’s going to be terrific, because she’s quite a woman!) The painter John Baldessari also came in and was looking at our wall in the Pool Room, because he wants to paint it.
This week was a madhouse. On Wednesday we had a spectacular Louis Vuitton fashion show directed by Sofia Coppola. It was so complicated—one seven-minute show took two full days of preparations. That woman works really hard. She was here at 7 a.m. the day of the show, and I fed her breakfast, lunch and dinner. All the fashion writers came, from The New York Times, Vogue, Glamour … even Sofia Coppola’s mother was here! It looked incredible in the Pool Room. We put up palm trees to signal the start of summer, every table was stacked with three tiers of pastries and we were serving Veuve Clicquot, of course. It was the first time we ever had real grass in the Pool Room—the only grass people had seen before at the Four Seasons is the kind they smoke!
On Tuesday, the night before the Louis Vuitton show, we were closed to set up, but Tim Zagat and his wife, Nina, came by wanting only hamburgers, so I took them upstairs and put a table by the bar. Mr. Zagat said he wanted to buy one of the photos hanging downstairs in the lobby and then he left, but later in the week he was back for lunch, handing out those cards that let you go on the Internet for free.
Pete Peterson showed up again twice this week. The first time was with his daughter, who is writing a very dirty book, all about sex and banking. The second time he was with his son, and since it was Mr. Peterson’s birthday on Sunday I sent a beautiful, half-naked girl over to his table. He didn’t know what to do with her!
Vernon Jordan was also here this week. George Mitchell just got back from the Middle East and was looking very distinguished, having lunch with another man. Mary Higgins Clark was here with Michael Korda. And you’ll never believe it—Bill O’Shaughnessy came in with a brand-new haircut! I asked Mr. O’Shaughnessy if his hair was done by Frédéric Fekkai, who happened to be here the same day for lunch, but he said no, it was Elizabeth Arden. Andrew Ross Sorkin was here for lunch on Friday and looked like he was in deep conversation with a couple of very big bankers. Maybe he’s working on a new project.
Just this Monday morning, Mario Batali came in with Frank Bruni. Our chef Pecko Zantilaveevan made them a delicioius Thai congee for breakfast. They loved it.
Afterward they jumped behind the bar and filmed themselves making cocktails.
That reminds me—on Wednesday there was a beautiful little girl who was here celebrating her birthday, and she looked like she was about to get right into the pool. Ha! I took pictures on my iPhone. Everyone was very concerned about her putting her feet in the