ull of waif like fashion assistants all vying for Vanity Fair’s top spot and the who’s who of the foodie world, the exclusivity of Graydon Carter’s Waverly Inn & Garden resto has reached mammoth proportions. Slated to to the public open in the Fall 2007, the resto presently operates as a hang-out for New York’s philistines (i.e. the foodie and fashion crowd) by barring out the plebeians until the elites have exhausted the venue. The chance that the floo r of the adjoined double town house dining room collapses before the official opening is an equally plausible possibility – though this could be a good thing for fashionistas looking to eliminate the competition.

Until then, you can gain entry by begging/groveling at the feet of your well-heeled contacts to search their Blackberry for that exclusive contact number. Those without connects (or personal limo & driver combos) are S.O. L. and will have to wait until the fall for the West Village leftovers.

Until then, allow me to inform you what you'll be missing out on in the meantime and in-between time. Truffle oil is utilized generously through the menu (from the macaroni and cheese to the fries) for select individuals seeking that post-nosh eau de Truffle scent (or stink). The cuisine de la mer is equally well executed with dishes that range from tuna or salmon tartares for apps and the sole (fresh off the coast of Dover).

If you fancy yourself as someone worthy enough to bask in their own self-importance at such a level that others might start to believe you (read: celebrities), then you already know what this place is about and have made the necessary calls to gain access. For those on the outside (read: Dlist and below), either hunt down that well-connected sugar daddy or make a sextape to get some free publicity and that elusive reservation contact number.