Photograph by Justin M. Weiner
From the beginning, we wanted the Waverly Inn to be one of those places that feels as though it’s been there forever—not merely as a restaurant, but as a sort of New York idea. Not that it hasn’t been there for a good long while. The Waverly had been owned in the 1920s by a young Vanity Fair assistant, and here we are in the mid-2020s, and the restaurant is part-owned by a former editor of Vanity Fair. To me, there’s something sweetly circuitous about that.
If you haven’t been, let me take you on a short tour. (If you have been, please bear with me.) The Waverly is tucked discreetly into the ground floor of a Greek Revival townhouse on Bank Street in the West Village. The building dates back to the mid-19th century, an era when the phrase “West Village” would have elicited confusion more than it would New York magazine cachet.
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