With his sparrow eyes and landmark beak, Leonard Lyons was a more recognizable fixture at Manhattan's expensive restaurants than any six headwaiters. He came not to dine but to gather crumbs of gossip, morsels of coloroccasionally some meaty newsabout any celebrity he could buttonhole in his non stop table-hopping. Was Joe DiMaggio flying to New York "for some dates at El Morocco"? Lyons heard it there and so reported. What did Artur Rubinstein's wife cook for dinner the night before? The pianist gave Lyons the answer (Polish chicken) at the Côte Basque....
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