Fat Bastard Guy Fieri was denied access to a VIP party on Super Bowl Eve, and he reportedly "threw a fit" and "caused a total scene". Apparently, he didn't have the right bracelet, and nobody in New Orleans knew who he was.
How does anybody know when this human pile of cream and bbq sauce is even throwing a scene? I've seen his show, and it pretty much seems like he's always yelling about something greasy, or at least having a chicken fried orgasm on some poor waitresses face in Oklahoma. Point one for you, New Orleans. His flop sweat alone would cause a Katrina-like disaster. Well done.
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