Time to Fill Out Our James Beard Brackets
Forest Whitaker and other Oscar revelers celebrated at parties. In New York, celebrity viewers were either at Elaine's, with EW, or the Spotted Pig, with New York. Brandon Davis ruined Paris Hilton's birthday party by harassing Paula Abdul and Courtney Love. Ron Burkle had George Clooney, Beyoncé, Clint Eastwood, and a bevy of other celebs over his house for a private Giorgio Armani runway show. Harvey Weinstein used direct-marketing techniques to get Rosario Dawson and Lindsay Lohan to come to a party. To which Cameron Diaz showed up with Tyrese. Courteney Cox spent at least $750,000 on a Damien Hirst. Josh Hartnett brought Helena Christensen back to his room at the Chateau Marmont. VanityFair.com's Jessica Coen left the Miramax Oscar party because it smelled too good, missed Ben Affleck and Helen Mirren.
In case you’re wondering what we want for Christmas here on Grub Street, we’ve actually gone to the trouble of making a list. • A Grub Street outpost in Las Vegas. Possibly built in conjunction with Hawaiian Tropic Zone, with David Burke as consulting chef. • A James Beard Rising Star Chef award. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!!!! • A bar stool alongside Mario Batali and Courtney Love at the Spotted Pig. Then a hot ice pick with which to blind ourselves. • A new restaurant which brags about “year-round” ingredients grown “all over the place, and bought from SysCo.” • A menu that eschews subtitles, credits, translations, geography, or recipes in favor of big, detailed full-color pictures of every dish — just like at Denny’s. • The permanent destruction of the Cookshack smoker, the last refuge of mediocre urban barbecue cooks. (The Cookshack, a refrigerator-size device that “smokes” with the aid of a handful of electrically warmed chips, is a sad replacement for a real wood smoker, like the ones used at RUB and other major barbecue establishments.) • An end to “soft openings.” When you’re ready to open, open. Come hard or don’t come at all! • Three good new Jewish delis, five good new non-gourmet pizzerias, ten good new local Chinese restaurants, and no more gourmet-burger operations. • Unless, of course, it’s the White Castle on Avenue B we’ve always wished for.
Michelin dropped its ratings bomb today, and it's safe to say that the New York restaurant world is, as usual, reeling. Though not as consequential as a Zagat snub, business-wise, the Michelin ratings are closer to the hearts of top chefs. (French chef Bernard Loiseau was widely believed to have killed himself over a Michelin downgrade.) The book is supposed to be in stores tomorrow (though our local Barnes & Noble says it's not even at the distributor yet). We do, however, know of some surprises. Messrs. Boulud, Bouley, and Takahama are no doubt having lousy afternoons.
Will Trump Be Meeting With His Counterpart — Or His Handler?
Sacha Baron Cohen’s Who Is America? Characters, Ranked
Trump Staffer Forced Out After Daring to Stand Up for Refugees
The Extinction of the Middle Child
Trump Flouts Rules, Uses Forbidden Golf Cart at Turnberry
Every Time Sacha Baron Cohen Says ‘My Wife’ in His New Show
The Handmaid’s Tale Sabotaged Itself With a Single Song
Sacha Baron Cohen Wants to Arm America’s Toddlers, Whatever the Cost, in This Who Is America? Clip
Pussy Riot Says They Were Behind the World Cup Final Disruption
Meghan Markle Is Out Here, Fascinator and All, Admitting That She Misses Suits