Remember how Vanity Fair whored out one of their editorial assistants? Well, said assistant, Bill Bradley, went out on a date to glamorous restaurant Waverly Inn with a lucky reader named Julia–and documented the whole thing for VF readers.
So, how did it go?
Julia says:
Upon seeing the menu, I was a little nervous about what I could order—was it just the mac & cheese, or could I drink too?—but Bill quickly assured me that the magazine was sparing no expense. We then proceeded to squeeze the most out of the V.F. dollar, ordering cocktails, a bottle of wine, mussels, tuna tartare, risotto with truffles, steak, and bananas foster and a nice liqueur for desert. By the time Emil Varda, the restaurant’s owner/manager, came over to check on us, I felt like a million bucks.
And as for our intrepid assistant Bill:
Most people’s bosses don’t set them up on dates. My boss had tried (unsuccessfully) a few times. But that always happened after softball games, and I was wearing black socks with gym shorts and smelled like Budweiser. So, all things considered, my lack of prowess in the past was my fault. My boss was being nothing but gracious.
For the full recap–including some very awkward video–check out vanityfair.com.