That's what Sara Barron says in her new book, People Are Unappetizing (Even Me). The book chronicles her time working at Otto, some fancy pants restaurant in New York (people had thought she was working for Mario Batali and that he was the asshole chef she speaks of, but it wasn't him -- he's way too fat and jolly!)
Although she hides the names of many of the celebrity guests in her book, she gives seemingly very obvious clues as to who they are and then trashes the shit out of them... which is fine by me if it creates fantastic nicknames like "Twat Waffle". And she calls the restaurant "Hell" which is something I can now unfortunately appreciate (not all restaurants can be the Blue Star...)
Anyway, here's a blurb from New York mag summarizing her Michael Stipe story. He sounds like a major princess douchebag, and if I worked there and he pulled this shit with me... well, I guess she got the last laugh, though, didn't she?
And she'd better hope this books sells like Twat Waffles, because I'm pretty sure she'll never work in food service again...!
Then, of course, there’s the customer who’s the “worst of the worst,” Twat Waffle (apparently Michael Stipe), who got his name when he sent the chefs into a tizzy by ordering blueberry waffles at 3 a.m. (Twat Waffle’s meals are comped and Luigi allows him to smoke in the restaurant). Though Twat Waffle is Barron’s idol and she’s happy to serve him when all the other servers shirk, she ends up despising him when he rolls into the restaurant with “an entourage of gaunt homosexuals all in matching fedoras and Ray-Bans” (Twat Waffle himself is wearing affected, Bono-y sunglasses), talks to her only through a member of his entourage when he’s asked what kind of water he prefers, and then, after keeping the staff up till 5 a.m., leaves without tipping on a compensated meal worth $2,000 (par for the course, a fellow staffer informs her).
New York Mag Article
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