Last night Cafe Milano was hopping, and that was before Dallas Cowboys owner Jerry Jones arrived with his wife, Gene, and what appeared to be other family members, including possibly their daughter Charlotte Jones Anderson. There was a teenage boy, two other men and another woman at their large round table - Milano's "A" table under the Dominick Dunne poster.
Word spread fast that Jones was in the room, and some die-hard Redskins fans drifted by his table, humming "Hail To The Redskins." His demeanor was not that of a man who is easily intimidated. Our table was one over, but we didn't mingle. I sent some negative vibes, but that was about it. They weren't meant for him so much as the outcome of the game (didn't work) because I like a team owner who is spotted out at dinner, especially at the best table at one of the hottest places in town.
btw, before dinner I caught "Twilight: Breaking Dawn, Pt. 1," prompted by the good review in The New York Times. The review was accurate, it's a good movie, and the ending is boffo. Note: don't leave when the credits begin. Wait. In the middle there's another important part of the film.