Blake Lively is a starving artist.

“I’m hungry. You hungry? Let’s meet at Sant Ambroeus,” she tells W Magazine, by way of cell phone introduction. Within minutes, the Gossip Girl star arrives, stepping out of a taxi, an endless stream of legs and golden hair.

The pint-size ristorante in New York’s West Village is, on a Saturday afternoon, predictably packed with the type of diners who are too cool to freak out about the numero uno Gossip Girl but not so jaded that they don’t notice her.

Over the course of the next hour and a half, only a mother and her trembling 'tween daughter openly fawn over Blake Lively.

Sure, a guy at the next table chats her up, but that’s only because he needs to know if he should order the eggplant appetizer that the 21-year-old is digging into with gusto.

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