71 minutes with … Andrew Giuliani

A failson sets his sights on Albany.

- By Olivia Nuzzi

Andrew Giuliani was holding a silver spoon. He just was. There’s no getting around it. Sitting in a booth at Mansion Diner on 86th and York—about a thousand feet from both of the homes in which he was raised (his mother’s apartment and Gracie Mansion)—he poured a thimble-sized packet of whole milk into his third cup of coffee and used the symbolically charged but otherwise ordinary instrument to stir. “New York means something to everybody,” he said. “It evokes a reaction.”

Ten days earlier, the Son of Rudy had announced his campaign for governor on the grounds that New York needs a Giuliani restoration to recover from the other dynastic Andrew—and that he can achieve it by scaling his father’s blueprint for the city of the ’90s to address the needs of the state in the ’20s. “I think the name Giuliani evokes a reaction in most people too,” he said.

If the reaction most people had throughout the witching era of the last presidency was the thought What happened to Rudy?, then these early days of post-Trump Trumpian politics are animated, at least in New York and Palm Beach and certain parts of New Jersey, by a related concern: What the fuck is Andrew doing? As one person close to Trump put it, “That’s a question that a lot of people who genuinely like Andrew and genuinely like the mayor are asking.”