Lunch at Michael's: Frosted Equinox

It’s the longest day of the year and just another quiet Wednesday at Michael’s. You know, Brokaw, Diller and other luminaries with the power to move millions (of eyeballs, dollars and maybe even hearts). The room was frosty — we kept our jacket on and the staff wore wool — but that was just the A.C. Cindi Leive warmly chatted up a team of top editors at the alcove table, a former senator named Kerrey held court in the back room, and the normal piles of fries were left atop plates (does anyone ever finish them?) after well-heated burgers were consumed.