News Summary

• Bannon was nowhere in sight on this steamy D.C. evening, but other creatures of the new Trump revolution were already crowding into the snug little dining room at Butterworth’s.
• There were pale-faced frat-boy interns dressed in crewneck shirts and Palm Beach–style matrons with great beehive hairdos.
• Across the way, at the bar, a woman was offering loud, possibly drunken toasts to the assembled rabble of bloggers, influencers and mid-level Republican functionaries.