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June 28, 2004

WAITASEC - HOW IS "MIA MEETS WOODY" CONSIDERED LUCKY?

On the occasion of her 40th anniversary (41st, to be quite accurate), the Miami Herald talks to Elaine Kaufman about Woody Allen, Molly Ringwald and others.

``You had friends, and the friends came in and brought other friends. That's all.''

That's what separates Elaine's from all the hip Manhattan nightspots that can brag about luring celebrities. Elaine's is too grown-up to brag. It sure as hell wouldn't hire some promoter to beg stars to show up. ''You just didn't solicit,'' says Elaine. ``You just knew people. You didn't have to be a whore.''

This spring, the place celebrated its 40th anniversary with the release of Everyone Comes to Elaine's (HarperEntertainment $26.95), written with fly-on-the-wall authority by regular A.E. Hotchner, who also authored Papa Hemingway, King of the Hill and The Man who Lived at the Ritz.

It was actually 41 years ago that Elaine's opened on 88th Street and Second Avenue, when the neighborhood was considered an expensive cab ride to nowhere. First the writers showed up for the cheap eats (not so cheap anymore) and the camaraderie. The Hollywood types followed. Over the years, endless names came, they ate, they tied one on.


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