Even the legendary lunch with the FT can't make Anna Wintour say anything - I've lifted the text below from the comment section which pretty much sums it up.
Wintour was making certain that this was not a meeting of equals, of two humans. By refusing to break bread and eat with the author, Wintour was implying "You are a mere mortal, I am a God. Go ahead, you have my permission to eat at my table in a restaurant that would not have seated you otherwise."
Lunch with the FT sounds like a silly column. But if you read it every Friday you know how important the choice of restaurant, the setting, the food, the act of eating, of sharing plates, of sharing bottles, of appreciating or criticizing the wine can have in lowering the guest's guard. Go ahead and look up Sarah Fergusson's thirst for that bottle of Champagne during her trainwreck Lunch with the FT.
Food and drink bring people to together. They allow people to bond and communicate at a deeper level. Oftentimes the choice of restaurant reveals a side of the guest we never knew existed, whether playful, serious, or of a past a long time ago and from a place far away. Wintour wanted none of that. Wintour endured another sterilized "interview" in a rigidly formal restaurant in a semi-private room far removed from the other mere 1 percenters....
