Meet Cindy Adams: legendary gossip columnist for the New York Post and lifelong New Yorker.
“Where should I live, Montana?,” she asks. “I should live somewhere in Utah? I don’t think so. I can’t get a bagel, I can’t get cheesecake, I can’t get the New York Post. I can’t get NY1. Where would I live? Where would anybody of any sanity live?”
She invited Jamie Stelter to her Park Avenue penthouse, but since this is meant to be a coffee segment, let’s get this part out of the way: Cindy Adams does not go out for coffee. Her housekeeper makes it for her.
“Every morning of my life, it’s the coffee,” Adams said.
“And that’s it, just one mug a day?” asked Stelter.
“Just one mug a day, but it’s a big mug,” she said with a laugh.
Once she was caffeinated and ready to dish, Adams took Stelter through her office, which is like a time capsule to old New York — years of memories and stories told in Post front pages. All with her byline.
She has a few rules of engagement: She calls people on the phone, and not the public relations people, the celebrities themselves. She’s sassy, but not like the Twitter and Instagram gossips.
“I have a sense of humor. I use it. But I am not destructive to anyone. I don't harm anyone,” Adams said. “I will say what I like, but I will not kill off a career or a marriage. You just don't do that. Everybody's entitled to live their own way. I'm entitled to pee on them if I wish.”
Another rule of engagement: keep her interested, or keep it moving.
“What more do you want,” she joked at one point during the interview. “Get out of my house. You got enough.”
But the interview continued with Stelter asking her pick the one place she’d bring back from old New York.
“New York had everything. It didn’t have one department store. It had 80 department stores. It had 55 movie theaters. It had 800 restaurants,” Adams says. “It had Lindy's. Lindy's was an old time restaurant where everyone in show business went. Reubens was another one. A reuben sandwich came from Reubens. Everyone went to a restaurant. I don't recognize food if it's not on a restaurant plate. I’m used to it. That’s what New York is.”
A picture of her from 1994 is highlighted by Stelter, and Adams really takes a trip down memory lane.
“Right here. My God. I think I wish I looked like that,” she says “That was 30 years ago. I’ve been at the paper 41 years.”
Only in New York, kids.