In a quiet corner of a SoHo tavern, Sandra Bullock is sitting back, relaxing, ordering up a late breakfast (or early brunch, depending on how you look at it) of bacon and eggs. By relaxing, we don't mean I've-got-nothing-to-do relaxing—that's not Sandra Bullock's relaxation style. Workwise, she's just wrapped one movie, The Lake House, and is entering the final phase of her latest, a film based on the life of Truman Capote, called Infamous. Then there's her production company, which, among other things, is painstakingly putting together a biopic, to use the industry term, about Grace Metalious, the fifties New Hampshire author whose life was engulfed by her then-scandalous novel Peyton Place. Bullock is doing all this, meanwhile, while traversing between New York, Los Angeles, and Austin, Texas—where, incidentally, she is about to open a bistro, even if lately she somehow survives mostly on decaf. Sandra Bullock's relaxation style is more along the lines of I've-planned-to-relax-today relaxation. She has none of the harried panic you saw, for instance, when she first blockbustered in Speed, and likewise offers no sign of the haughty intolerance of her recent, critically acclaimed performance as the bigoted wife of an L.A. district attorney in Crash. As you sit down with her at Fanelli's, the almost 160-year-old tavern on Prince Street, her easy barroom hospitality immediately inspires you to order the same—a bacon-and-egg sandwich, to be precise, with the cheese, sure. And she further inspires amazement when, after you follow her order, she goes ahead and orders another one. "And can I have it to go?" she asks the waitress.

"Sandy Gets Serious," photographed by Steven Meisel, has been edited for Style.com; the complete story appears in the October 2006 issue of Vogue.

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