Bobby Flay recently broke up with Food Network, where he’d been a staple with tons of shows on the network since he started there in 1996. But sadly the good times didn’t last, and it was reported last week the two split over money. Well now we know just how much money, and it was a lot. Not buy-a-penthouse-in-London-a lot, but still. Sources say that Bobby was aiming to surpass 53-year-old Guy Fieri as the highest-paid chef on Food Network. Flavortown is paved in gold, honey! But he was asking for way too much and wanted a $100 million contract.
There’s some drama cooking as Bobby Flay is going through a breakup and hopefully, it will go as “amicably” as that messy divorce he had with Stephanie March. Stephanie and Bobby had some issues regarding fidelity and she alleged Bobby’s wandering Chef’s Spoon made its way into three women, including our favorite drunk Instagram Live-er: January Jones. But while Bobby and Stephanie were together for ten years, Bobby and Food Network actually had been together much longer, and now their 27-year relationship has gone kaput over… you guessed it… money.
When I first saw Scarlett Johansson and Bobby Flay had gone out to dinner last weekend, I immediately started hissing. How dare she ruin that poor baby-faced unicorn Colin Jost? He may spit smack on Saturday Night Live, but his breathy Emmys fawning over ScarJo made me think he was so in L-O-V-E. Continue reading
On the last episode of Beat-Off Bobby Flay, famous smug-faced chef Bobby Flay had gone on a date with the alcohol industry’s favorite human, Chelsea Handler. No one can confirm whether said date made it to the beat-off Bobby Flay stage (Chelsea could be the stealthy hand job-under-the-table type, you don’t know). But it definitely isn’t going to make it to the flying-a-CHEATER-banner stage, because Page Six is saying Bobby has moved on to someone else.
Sources say 51-year-old Bobby Flay is currently dating 30-year-old Heléne Yorke, aka Jane Martin from Masters of Sex (or Olive from Bullets Over Broadway the Musical and Evelyn in America Psycho the Musical, if that’s more your thing). Bobby and Heléne – whose name totally makes me want to reach for a bottle of Salon Selectives – apparently met each other back in December at a Knicks game. Then on Sunday, they sort of made it official-ish by going to the New York premiere of Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice. However, a Food Network rep told Page Six that Bobby isn’t stuffing his chorizo into Heléne’s roasted poblano pepper, and that they’re just friends.
I know that the Food Network wants us to believe that Bobby and Heléne are just friends, but I’m not so sure about that. First of all, we all know what happens when Bobby tries to be “just friends” with single blonde actress types. Second, I don’t remember reading anything the next day about a horny Heléne being escorted out of the Batman v Superman premiere by security. And that definitely would have happened if Heléne wasn’t there with a date-date, since we all know that ladies can’t resist hitting on Henry Cavill.
When Chelsea Handler was on Ellen last week, she said that she was going out on a date that night. Everybody probably figured she was going to steal Heather McDonald’s husband for talking shit about her. But no, Chelsea said she was going out on a date with a famous dude some friends set her up with. Page Six says that famous dude was Bobby Flay. Why did the scent of vodka, chili powder and salmon jerky suddenly fill my nostrils?
A source tells Page Six that Chelsea and newly-ish divorced Bobby had dinner at Blue Plate Oysterette in Santa Monica on Wednesday night. The source also said that they looked flirty but no “funny business” went on. Damn, that source is throwing shade at Chelsea’s comedy skills. That source must be Heather McDonald.
“It looked like a date,” a witness told Page Six.
Although our spy didn’t observe any funny business, the pair sat at a back corner table and did look “flirty.” They pulled up to the restaurant in the same car.
It was just one date and who knows if it went anywhere, but I’m still mad at Page Six for sharing this shit with all of us. Because as soon as I read it my brain pushed out the image of Chelsea and Bobby rubbing their sweaty, sun-dried leather bodies against each other. And I bet that right before Bobby stuck it in, he said, “But ask yourself this, are you ready for a Throwdown?”
“I hope you nasty bitches choke on your chicken salad fo-CAAAH-ccia finger sandwiches!” No, Giada De Laurentiis would never; choking would involve swallowing, and we all know Giada isn’t familiar with that.
For the past couple of months, the caricature sketch that came to life one day has been rubbing her par-MEEE-giano pocket against a technically-still-married TV producer named Shane Farley. At the time, Giada’s rep made sure everyone knew Giada and Shane didn’t start humping each other until August, five months after he filed for divorce from his wife, personal trainer Jennifer Giamo.
Well, it sounds like Jennifer has found a shoulder to ugly cry into, and Page Six says it belongs to Stephanie March. Back in April, Stephanie called it quits with Giada’s Food Network co-star Bobby Flay, during which a couple eyes darted over to Giada in an “Are you responsible for this?” way. Giada has since gone on the record saying that she’d never fuck on Bobby Flay full-time, but that hasn’t stopped Stephanie and Jennifer from kiki-ing about Giada’s homewrecker slut ways over tea.
According to a “spy” (Page Six makes it sound so juicy), Stephanie and Jennifer had a “royal bitchfest” during high tea at the Gotham Lounge last week. The source claims there was “lots of advice and tears“, which sounds like what happens after I drag a friend to a combination KFC/Taco Bell and dump an order of popcorn chicken on my nachos bel grande.
One of the things they Jennifer was apparently crying about was the possibility of Giada making an appearance in court during their divorce proceedings. However, Page Six claims Jennifer’s lawyer has told them that his client “has elected to take the high road” and won’t be dragging Giada’s ass in. Aw, that’s too bad. I was really hoping we’d find out some dirty secrets about those two, like that their first date was at Guy’s American Kitchen & Bar. Although I’m pretty sure any judge with a heart would let you plead the fifth on something like that.