A bustling Friday evening in New York. The manager at the packed Casa Mono in Irving Plaza knows Samantha Barry instantly when we arrive. She is a regular, living just a short walk from the restaurant. There is a table held by the window; she asks if we can sit at the bar. Nothing is a problem for the disarming editor-in-chief of Glamour magazine. Ensconced by the bar — from where we can watch the chefs cook our dinner — she barely has a taste of her red wine before she is off and running with the first story of the night. Over the next three-and-a-half hours, the Cork woman will tell a lot of them with a gusto that belies her lofty position in American media.