Bobby Flay Says A Bad Boob Job Is The Reason Stephanie March Is Causing Prenup Drama

While his leprechaun relatives back home are spending the day chugging celebratory cans of Guinness in honor of Ireland giving the thumbs up to same-sex marriage, the leprechaun chef of New York Bobby Flay is still frantically trying to keep his pot of gold away from his soon-to-be ex-wife Stephanie March.

Last week it was reported that Stephanie was trying to get the prenup she signed back in 2005 thrown in the trash because she claimed she was owed a bunch of money from Bobby for tasting his food and making an iPod playlist for his restaurants. According to TMZ, Stephanie has also added that she felt she was owed more money than they prenup provided ($5,000 a month) because she was frequently sick and couldn’t work. Stephanie says she had a burst appendix and 3 deep infections that prevented her from adding credits to her IMDB page.

But Bobby swatted back at Stephanie’s attempt to #getmoneybitch by telling a judge her infections were the result of a bad boob job, and therefore, not his problem. He sort of played the same hand fellow Food Network chef Guy Fieri plays when someone gets the barfs after eating his gross food; sort of a “It’s not my fault you ate something called Donkey Sauce” angle. Of course, Stephanie kept the drama going by claiming that Bobby’s alleged cheating have “compromised her health and mental state.”

Christ on a cracker Mario Batali’s Crocs, this divorce is getting all kinds of dirty, and it sounds like it’s never going to end. Really, the only way I can see this being settled is if they take this mess to Chopped and let Ted Allen and not-the-one Chopped judge Aarón Sánchez decide who is less of a mess. Your mystery basket ingredients are: a prenup, a print out of sexts between Bobby Flay and a Food Network intern, an apron that smells like chorizo, the saline from a leaky breast implant, and a tub of Fage yogurt. You have thirty minutes to prepare an argument for the judges for why you deserve money. And GO!

Stephanie March Is Coming For Bobby Flay’s Cash

When it was announced that Law & Order: SVU legend Stephanie March and Lucky the Leprechaun’s smug-faced cousin Bobby Flay were quitting each other after 10 years of marriage and that it maybe had something to do with Bobby letting his assistant sample his chorizo, I knew it was only a matter of time before there was some prenup drama. Why? Because a Hollywood divorce is nothing without prenup drama! We already know that Stephanie wasn’t happy with the BBQ-basted prenup Bobby had her sign back in 2005, and now she has a reason, or at least a really good excuse, for why they should toss it in the trash.

TMZ says that Stephanie and Bobby’s prenup guarantees her $5,000 a month plus a $1 million buyout for their home, but Stephanie has an itchy #getmoneybitch hand and she’s looking to yank more cash out of Bobby’s wallet. Stephanie has filed documents claiming that she’s the reason Bobby is a meat-grilling millionaire, and therefore deserves a chunk of his cash. Stephanie says that Bobby once told her she has an “amazing palate” (“Yeah, he told me that too” said every chick who has ever blown Bobby Flay) and that he relied on her to taste everything he made before it went into his restaurants to make sure it was good.

Stephanie also claims that during a trip to Spain, she pushed Bobby to include tapas on the menu of his (now closed) restaurant, Bolo. Bolo became a success, and Stephanie thinks that’s her doing. She also adds that she helped with the design of his restaurants and picked out which music to play.

Of course, TMZ claims Bobby thinks Stephanie is full of BS, and he’s the reason his restaurants are successful.

It feels like every time I turn on the Food Network, Bobby Flay’s beady little ginger eyes are staring back at me from behind a barbeque or Giada De Laurentiis’ left shoulder, so he’s definitely getting paid. But to hand it over to someone who claims they picked out all the music for your restaurant 10 years ago? If a judge buys that, then I need to go to the bar I worked at in 2005 where I picked the music (Jordy Birch’s “Moola Moola” on a loop because my iPod was broken) and demand some money.