Where The Fashion Elite (Don’t) Eat
When it comes to fashion power breakfasts, Los Angeles has the Beverly Hills Hotel. Paris has the Four Seasons. And New York’s got Café Cluny. Nestled on a tree-lined street downtown in the West Village, if you’re there at 9:30 in the morning—yes, we get going a bit later than most—you’re bound to see half the magazine editors and publicists in the city picking at egg-white-and-herb omelets. (Note to the self-concious: steer clear.) Now that the scene feels so much like the (business class) flight from Milan to Paris, some are starting to trek back over to that old stomping ground and celebrity-favorite, Pastis. And so the cycle continues.