Residents of the Upper East Side tend to stick to the familiar. They order their cappuccinos from Via Quadronno and dine over spaghetti primavera at Sette Mezzo or hamburgers at J. G. Melon. The women go to Valery Joseph or Julien Farel for haircuts, while the men go to Paul Molé.
“There’s getting to be fewer and fewer of these old New York institutions,” Jim Downey, one of Saturday Night Live’s longest-tenured writers and a Paul Molé customer since 1975, tells me.
