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Who’s your favorite New Yorker, living or dead, real or fictional?
In lieu of a 12-way tie, I'll say Nora Ephron.
What’s the best meal you’ve eaten in New York?
I love a late night croque monsieur and frites at French Roast.
In one sentence, what do you actually do all day in your job?
Make sure Rachael Ray gets that extra "a" and its variants.
Would you still live here on a $35,000 salary?
I've lived on far less, somewhat comfortably, so that feels like a fortune.
What’s the last thing you saw on Broadway?
Spring Awakening. Has it been that long?
Do you give money to panhandlers?
Only if they play Beatles songs.
What’s your drink?
Pushcart Coffee (one sugar).
How often do you prepare your own meals?
Most every day because I enjoy cooking and stay pretty healthy. Less frequently, lately, because one of my roommates frequently orders delivery. Three of my four major food groups are Chinese, Japanese and Italian.
What’s your favorite medication?
Yogi Peach Detox tea and VH1.
What’s hanging above your sofa?
Which one? There are three. In the center is a wall of windows.
How much is too much to spend on a haircut?
Anything over two figures.
When’s bedtime?
Before midnight, weekdays. When your job requires intense focus, you need sleep.
Which do you prefer, the old Times Square or the new Times Square?
I prefer to avoid Times Square in any era.
What do you think of Donald Trump?
Without The Donald, there would be no Th'Ivanka.
What do you hate most about living in New York?
The competitiveness of it all.
Who is your mortal enemy?
The bank, but the bank has bigger problems than me.
When’s the last time you drove a car?
In May, at home in Wisconsin.
Who did you vote for for president?
Let tweedom ring!
Times, Post, or Daily News?
Nytimes.com, Daily Intel, Observer (Wednesday), Post (Sunday)
Where do you go to be alone?
Dreamland.
What makes someone a New Yorker?
You wake from a dream about the subway and think, wait a minute, the G doesn't run in Manhattan.
Exiting her car to be greeted by a half-dozen paparazzi at Da Silvano in the West Village. She had a silly smirk on her face. Doesn’t this happen to her all the time?
Tonight I got stuck between Ian Svenonius and a rabid fan on the L train. At one point Ian whispered the time and location of a secret show. Would someone overhear this and show up?
