Salty/rancid restaurateur Keith McNally is back… embarking on another anti-snobbery crusade.
Unfortunately for the big baron of Balthazar, he returned to the kitchen faster than an off-menu chicken tartare.
In a seething late-night rant on Instagram, McPiggy attacked Amazon-WAG’s Lauren Sanchez out of nowhere, writing: “Is anyone else finding Jeff Bezos’ new wife (sic) – Lauren Sanchez – ABSOLUTELY REVOLUTING?
“What an ugly, fucking SMUG-LOOKING couple they are,” he added. “Is this the effect of having a trillion dollars (sic) on people? »
I’ll tell you what’s revolting: this clam thrower’s obsession with Ms. Almost Bezos.
Salty/rancid restaurateur Keith McNally is back… embarking on another anti-snobbery crusade.
Unfortunately for the big baron of Balthazar, he returned to the kitchen faster than an off-menu chicken tartare.
Maybe rosacea made him mad with jealous rage. Maybe he’s a lonely leprechaun looking for his four-leaf clover (divorced since 2018). But McNally’s sordid traces are now lower than his man’s breasts.
He posted photo after luscious photo of Lauren’s sensual blow-up doll lips, overflowing water balloons and curvy hip meat.
There’s no doubt that McNasty would like to have such a prepared and plump woman as his catch of the day.
But a man – who strikes me as the extruded byproduct of a blasphemous union between a sloth and Gru – should probably let the insults simmer.
After all, this scruffy climber made his fortune running New York’s most elite restaurants serving the rich and famous, from Anna Wintour to Leonardo DiCaprio. But Lauren and Jeff aren’t good enough for him?
Of course, future Bezos flaunt their many assets – as well as their wealth.
Jeff’s $500 million yacht features a surprisingly familiar curvy goddess as its figurehead. Sanchez once said that her diamond engagement stone was so large that she almost fainted when she saw it, which explains her state of perpetually pursing her lips (sucking in her breath to stay conscious). And yes, his barely-there manifestations during White House ceremonies are curiously unpresidential.
It’s also true that everyone applauded Mr. Fancy Eatery when he banned portly clown James Corden from his restaurants after the British import allegedly threw an omelet tantrum at an underpaid waiter. Even though Cantankerous Corden later apologized, he was entitled to his comeuppance.
But what did poor Lozza do other than smother social media to death with her impossible frame?
Yes, his barely-there displays at White House ceremonies are curiously unpresidential. But what did poor Lozza do other than smother social media to death with her impossible frame?
His silicone grace in the face of this unwarranted drive-by – simply urging fans to “lead with kindness” – kept it classy. And now the yellows on McNally’s butternut squash face.
Seemingly ashamed, he returned to Insta on Tuesday evening – posting promotion for his upcoming memoir. The title is “I regret almost everything”.
“I wrote the first line in a trash can in Massachusetts in August 2018,” he said. “And the last line on Thompson Street in New York last night.”
Boo-hoo-bad mouth, you can put your book-stopper-cum-excuses where Listerine doesn’t reach.
The tirades of this braggart of a bad bistro have become far too bland.
Sydney pork
Speaking of harsh criticism. Hollywood fossil Carol Baum tried to take down the It Girl this week.
‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ Producer Slams Busty Ingenue Sydney Sweeny Saying She ‘Isn’t Pretty and Can’t Act,’ Which Never Stops Sarah Jessica Parker, Amy Schumer or Baum’s protege, Kristy Swanson.
I know Baum was around before Olivier started acting, but leave the woman bashing to the frat houses, honey!
Trump’s bazookas in the courtroom
Joe Biden’s cheerleaders think they’ve finally got Trump where they want him: off the campaign trail, into a Manhattan courtroom and dozing at the defense table.
Oh, how wrong they are! What’s more relevant than a poorly slept man falling asleep in public?
This corruption case, concocted by woke prosecutor Alvin Bragg, would not have been brought against anyone not named Donald John Trump. Our billionaire ex-prez looks more like an Average Joe than Amtrak Joe.
Dapper Don isn’t worried. He knows his optics. So he also dresses in something that never goes out of style: hot girls.
Meet the bazookas in Trump’s secret courtroom, the Trumpettes.
There’s leggy blonde and former cable host Natalie Harp, who credits Trump with Christ-like political powers for signing a law that helped her get an experimental cancer treatment after it failed traditional chemotherapy – twice.
She’s just one sexy arrow in Trump’s crowded quiver. Nestled next to her is an equally stunning counterpart, the communications goddess – and Melania doppelganger – Margo Martin.
I bet a potential juror or two might be thinking, “If he hangs out with girls like that, he can’t be that bad!”
Then came the chef’s kiss. Right out of court on Tuesday, the high priest of political politics headed to the bodega where, in 2022, court clerk José Alba fought off a violent robber — and fatally stabbed his attacker.
Bragg accused Alba of murder and threw him in the hoosegow – before a public outcry forced the prosecutor to drop the charges.
Meet the bazookas in Trump’s secret courtroom, the Trumpettes. I bet a potential juror or two might look at communications goddess – and Melania look alike – Margo Martin and think, “If he hangs out with girls like that, he can’t be that bad!”
Tumbleweed!
Coachella is now the Nickelback of festivals.
The desert rave — once a mecca for music fans — morphed into a parade of ridiculously over-filtered, over-privileged Gen Z influencers who couldn’t tell Daft Punk from Doja Cat.
Last weekend, Blur frontman Damon Albarn spoke for us all when he slammed all the TikTok addicts who were looking at reflections on their own iPhones.
“You’ll never see us again, so you might as well sing it!” he threatened the distracted crowd as his band played their iconic hit “Girls & Boys” (which I’d knock my grandma dead to see live).
The snobbery of Santa Barbara
Señor Spare, ever the man of the people, was at a charity polo match in Florida on Friday to preview his new Netflix show.
Yes, you heard correctly, Prince Harry will delve into the world of professional polo – a sport that 98.8% of Americans are actively disinterested in.
Are these giant streaming executives still fond of Coachella shrooms? Who wants to watch people play croquet on horseback?
Besides, isn’t this “sport of kings” a little Santa Barbara-style snobbish, everything that H&M deigns to hate?
Perhaps Me-First Megs was too busy to notice as she rolled out the first product from her new brand, American Riveria Orchard.
It’s jam!! So exciting that Trump woke up.
Senor Spare, ever the man of the people, was at a charity polo match in Florida on Friday to preview his new Netflix show.
Pass Go… raise $1 billion
Australian movie queen Margot Robbie has found quite a path tapping into her children’s beloved hobbies.
She’s currently co-producing a movie based on Monopoly, probably hoping to become rich again like she did with her billion-dollar Barbie windfall.
She really has a monocle for a marketable film property! Maybe she could team up with Prince Harry for a My Little Pony/polo collaboration?
Sperm for sale
What happens if you don’t have any but still want to be a mom and can’t afford the traditional route of sperm donation and IVF?
A new book – reported exclusively by the Mail – reveals many have turned to the counterfeit black market to meet their babymaker.
Women seeking to procreate on a budget are often forced to roll the dice in seedy motels and public restrooms, hoping that these Mr Right Creeps will offer them a better future.
Shh! Modern romance is a nightmare!
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