You Can Eat Everything

Editor’s Note: For the three of you who haven’t seen You Can See Everything, there are some minor spoilers below. Proceed with caution.

I finally saw You Can See Everything, Nathan Fielder and Lance Oppenheim’s documentary about Elizabeth Holmes that everyone’s talking about and nobody can get into. (I’ve been describing it as a film about Nathan Fielder making a documentary about Elizabeth Holmes’ husband, and so far nobody has corrected me.) For three hours, Fielder is inches from Holmes. He lives in her house. He films everything. And at the end of it, he still doesn’t know who she is. Neither do you. The title is a promise and a joke: You can see everything. You just can’t tell what you’re looking at.

Afterward I went to dinner at Straker’s, the other thing everyone’s talking about and nobody can get into: A SoHo restaurant from Thomas Straker, the London chef who got famous on social media during lockdown filming himself putting things in butter. Those videos have half a billion views, and his New York restaurant has, depending on what you read, 30,000 people on the waitlist, or 45,000. The difference is 15,000 people, which is itself a very respectable waitlist. I’d watched Straker cook for years without ever eating his food. Like Fielder with Holmes, I’d seen it all and knew nothing. Now, you can eat everything. If you can get in. (I managed to get a 10:00 p.m. reservation on Monday night.)