I can’t believe that James Cordon went to the trouble of purchasing himself a sturdy pair of Big Boy Pants to wear when he called Balthazar owner Keith McNally to apologize for his alleged abusive behavior towards his restaurant’s staff, just to return them a day later after he’d soiled them. Yesterday, James was back in his usual diapers to talk to The New York Times, ostensibly to discuss his new Amazon Prime show, but effectively to prove that he’s such a stickler for having his eggs cooked just so, that he’s willing to send his entire career back to the kitchen to be re-fired, only for it to return with a side of Beef 7 Ways instead of the salad his wife had asked for.
Earlier this week, Keith #IgnitedInstagram (RIP #TookToTwitter, we had a good run) when he put James on blast for allegedly abusing his staff and banned him from his restaurant. The next day he reversed his ban, claiming that James had called him to apologize, and expressed some guilt over having caused James to have a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. But unless there’s a nationwide publicist strike going on that I’m unaware of, James is as obstinate, petulant, and full of himself as all the stories we’ve heard about him would have us believe. Because James is out here digging this hole all by himself. NYT reports:
The eggs were a problem again, but this time not for James Corden.
Corden, the comic actor and host of CBS’s “The Late Late Show,” was having breakfast on Thursday morning in the Mark Restaurant by Jean-Georges on Manhattan’s Upper East Side when he overheard another patron at a nearby table curtly rebuking a waiter about the meal she had ordered. The eggs, it seemed, were not to her liking.
Corden shot a conspiratorial glance across his own table to a New York Times reporter he was dining with and quietly said: “Happens every day. It’s happening in 55,000 restaurants as we speak. It’s always about eggs.”
More archly, he added, “Can you imagine now, if we just blasted her on Twitter? Would that be fair? This is my point. It’s insane.”
Finally, #JusticeForJames (Kent from Vanderpump Rules). It really isn’t about the pasta. It’s about eggs. Apparently, it’s always about eggs. And here I thought babies aren’t even supposed to eat eggs until they are mature enough to treat their servers with respect and common courtesy. Don’t they get diarrhea if they have them too soon? Anyway, after proving his haters right, James went on to reverse his apology, proclaiming he hadn’t “done anything wrong, on any level,” to deserve the backlash, which James simultaneously complained about and tried to minimize. via People):
“I haven’t done anything wrong, on any level. So why would I ever cancel this [interview]? I was there. I get it,” the late-night talk show host said in the interview published Thursday of his drama with McNally, adding, “I feel so Zen about the whole thing. Because I think it’s so silly.”
“I just think it’s beneath all of us. It’s beneath you. It’s certainly beneath your publication.”
James claims he hadn’t “really read anything,” and that he’s been walking around the streets of New York and not one person stopped to tell him he needed his diaper changed.
“Should we not all be a little grown-up about this?” he said. “I promise you, ask around this restaurant. They don’t know about this. Maybe 15 percent of people. I’ve been here, been walking around New York, not one person’s come up to me. We’re dealing in two worlds here.”
Indeed we are. And to James’ point… via NYT:
At the breakfast’s conclusion, Corden offered a cordial goodbye and left the restaurant. The waiter who had served him said she was only vaguely aware of who he was. “I know he’s famous,” she said. “I think he’s British.”
I have a feeling James’ days of anonymity among New York City wait staff are numbered. But in a shocking twist, Keith is now offering to let James eat for free for an entire decade if he comes in and apologizes to the staff members he supposedly insulted.
Yeah, I don’t get it, either. Keith pointing out that James is worth $100 million yet walks around with an attitude shitter than his diaper is shade, him counting “all 4” of James’ fans is a read, and calling James “supremely talented” is either a straight up lie or the darkest, shadiest slice Black Forest Cake served this side of Bavaria. I’mma need to get my cheaters out to read this menu thoroughly. Actually, on second thought, I’ll play it safe and just order one of everything; hold the sincerity. Thank you! (see, it’s not that hard, James)
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