Tuesday, 26 October 2010
Yes my dahlings, I lived in Hollyweird for 15 glorious years. More specifically West Hollywood where you can’t swing a cat without hitting a mo! Most of my celebrity encounters happened at restaurants that I worked. Hmmm…who was a good tipper. and who was bad tipper? Below is my random list of good, bad and ugly celebrities.
GOOD/
Sandra Bullock: My girlfriend Sandy could use a cyber boost from The Culinary Comedian. We know she has been through a lot with that Nazi, oops, I mean Not So Nicey Mr. James. Genuine to the core. Kind to the staff. And tipped bigger than a canoe full of Samoans. Love her
Reese Witherspoon: I met her after I saw Election. Easily one of her best movies. I told her I saw it. Loved it. Loved her. And asked if she was like her character Tracy Flick, the over achieving student. She said “Yes!”. For awhile she came in with her hunk o burning love husband Ryan Phillipe. They were both gracious. He certainly more reserved. She more outgoing. Both lovely people.
Ryan Phillipe: Well I had to follow up with the ex husband. Post marriage to Reese, still very quiet, always came in with a USA Today (hmm…clearly not an intellectual…I mean really, USA Today?)…sat on the patio every time and ordered the same thing: Breakfast Skillet, no mushrooms, coffee and orange juice. Dreamy. I know! And a great tipper!
Drew Barrymore: My favorite moment with Drew was when she left her cardigan sweater on the back of her chair. I snapped it up, skipped (yes, I skipped) out to the parking lot…”Drew, Drew!!! Your sweater…you left your sweater!”. “Thomas, thannnk youuuu…” OK. Not as dramatic as you would think. But I did get a hug! Always nice to everyone around her. A beautiful person. And a fabulous tipper.
Eric Dane: Yep. Before he was McSteamy he was my McTommy! Very genuine person. Would shake my hand, say hello and look me in the eye. Yes. My knees would buckle and my groin…well…nuff said.
Sean William Scott: See above. Delightful. Funny. Delightful. Funny.
BAD/
Ashley Judd: Ugh. I would rather have met your drunk ass sister Naomi for God’s sake. Fakey. Weird. Bought all kinds of things yet really didn’t seem to care. Just wanted to buy a bunch of stuff. Just a vibe I guess. Me no likey.
Jamie Lee Curtis: Now the weird thing is that she met her husband at our restaurant. That was cool. But. Oh. Every time she would come in…”HI I’m JAMIE LEE CURTIS…” kinda thing. Yep. I know honey. Now do a horror flick scream and show me your boobies! Didn’t enjoy her.
UGLY/
Scott Caan: OK we know your dad is James Caan. We get it. But we also get you have a career because of that. But do you have to be such a jackass. One time he was out of hot water for his tea, so he placed the tea pot in the AISLE of the restaurant so a waiter had to trip over it. Well, the waiter was also a boxer. The two went outside and nearly had a fist fight. Kinda hot I know. But bad Scott. Bad.
Baltazhar Ghetty: “Do you know who I am?” Do I need to say anything else. Douchebag. Douchebag with money. Oh and more recently… a cheater. Yep. Had four babies with his wife and then decides to cheat. Loser. Well, loser with money anyway.
