Lunch at Michael's: Barry Diller, A Delirious Hirshey, and Hot Hot Heat

With the heat index hovering somewhere around 140 degrees Fahrenheit today, one might expect that Michael’s would be a walk too far and that the burger would be a mite too heavy for the Saharan conditions. But you would be wrong. The only compromises made by the lunch crowd were apparently sartorial ones — plenty of khakis and polo shirts, cotton dresses, and the odd seersucker suit or two. (And then there was the guy in the orange polo with the collar popped and a matching pocket square.)