A First Look at Waverly Inn Chef John DeLucie’s Memoir, The
Hunger  We’ve just breezed through a galley of John DeLucie’s
memoir The Hunger (okay, so we only read the parts about the
Waverly Inn), and while we’re looking forward to reading closely
during the long weekend (we have Monday off, folks), we can say
this much — the chef was right to inform us it wouldn’t be a
tell-all. DeLucie recounts the thrill of meeting Karl Lagerfeld
(who ordered roasted carrots for takeout every day for a week,
as we’ve heard before) and Robert De Niro, and he mentions
Salmon [sic] Rushdie (the pages we read were uncorrected)
“enjoying an early supper with a spectacular young woman.”
There’s a cute story about Frank Bruni being accidentally seated
at the worst table in the house (217, near the kitchen) but
alas, no tales of diva freak-outs or celebrity hookups. Perhaps
the most dishy thing about diners is the following nugget.
Every model on the planet wants the same thing. Sauce on the
side, no oil, no butter, no fat. We mi