REPORT: Guy Fieri ‘Threw A Fit’ After Being Denied Entry To The VIP Area At Maxim’s Super Bowl Party

On Saturday night Warming Glow founding editor Matt Ufford (“BRING BACK MATT!”) and I attended the GQ Super Bowl party, largely so we could fail in our attempts to get Kate Upton to do tequila shots with us. (True story: Matt’s name was directly above Kate’s on the guestlist.) Once Kate bailed — which coincidentally wasn’t long after our arrival — we decided to leave, and on our way out we ran into some friends, one of which asked, “Hey did you guys see Guy Fieri in there?” We, in fact, had not, but if we had I can assure you that Matt and I would have stayed to point and laugh at him, as we were both fairly shit-bombed by this point in the day. A few seconds of consideration were given to going back in, but we had better things to do, like going back to my place to pass out fully clothed. To think that the Food Network’s prized dildo was in the same room as Ufford and myself — oh what could have been.
As it turns out, the massive bag of douche may have been there because he couldn’t get in to the VIP area at the Maxim party, if a report by US Weekly is to be believed (we believe it).
Reports US Weekly:
On Saturday evening (Feb. 2), Fieri headed to a bash at Second Line Studios in the party-friendly Louisiana city, a source tells Us Weekly. “He couldn’t get into VIP,” the insider says. “He threw a fit and was kicked out!”
Continues the source of Fieri: “He caused a total scene.” Why was the TV star denied entrance into the VIP area in the first place? “He didn’t have the right bracelet, and nobody in New Orleans knows who anyone is,” the source explains.
One thing I’d like to correct about this is the assertion that “nobody in New Orleans knows who anyone is.” This is false. People in New Orleans know who famous people are, they just don’t give a f*ck about them and aren’t going to give into the “DON’T YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!” whining of a homophobe dickhead “celeb” like Guy Fieri.
Meanwhile, Dan Bova, Maxim’s Chief Content Officer, disputes the report that guy wasn’t allowed access to the magazine’s VIP room.
“As the person who invited him and spent a good portion of the weekend having beer poured down my throat by him, I can assure you that this is complete B.S.”
If I had to guess, here’s what happened: Fieri threw a hissy fit about being denied entry and got tossed out on his ass. Once outside, he texted his boy Bova who then went out and walked Guy in himself, which to me is yet another reason not to read Maxim.



Um, why is this guy still relevant?
um, why is Maxim still relevant?
Um, why is breathing still relevant? Cause it’s awesome!
pfft. I stopped breathing like 5 years ago.
Max. . . im?
He does have like 5 TV shows.
Are you sure you’re not exaggerating? I could see 2, but not 5. Definitely not 5 starring himself.
Hey Dan Bova: No one is interested in your sexual exploits with Guy Fieri.
Probably thrown out for trying to add gravy to the champagne fountain.
That would be roux I tell you! Just roux!
New Orleans does not give a shit about celebrities. New Orleans also has a very high standard of cuisine (five star to back porch gumbo, it all better be fantastic). Therefor it denies that Fieri is either a “celebrity” or a “chef”, therefore making him nothing but a “douchebag”.
Hopefully, David Bowie was there to sing “Chubby Little Loser” to him.
This just made my day.
in the city of good resturants, the guy trying to ruin food gets no love.
Sounds like a tag line for a movie I would watch on Comedy Central one day. “I’m just having fun out there.” – Guy Fieri, the Brett Favre of food.
I like the disinterested look of the dudes in the background. “we’re not with this douche”
Good to see Maxim sticking with their “no visible gash” policies.
It’s like we’re living in damned Camp 14, North Korea. Chewing on shoe leather for nourishment.
I read somewhere that the only way Maxim et al stay in business is because they can be sent to prisons, whereas, to borrow your delicate phrase, ‘visible gash’-related periodicals can’t be.
Did we really need another reason not to read Maxim? Also, isn’t the ability to read generally indicative of too-high an IQ to “read” Maxim?
Chief Content Officer of Maxim is a really funny job title.
“Hmmm….needs more bro-titude. Revise.”
I’ll add a little something here. Couple days before the superbowl, the editor of Maxim was on the radio here locally. When asked what was to be expected in the maxim superbowl party and what kind of people were there, he mentioned that Guy was there last year and tried to make him drink a whole bottle of hot sauce. What a card.
So my guess is that they knew EXACTLY who it was trying to get in.
New Orleans, I’m proud of you today.
We could try to sale Louisiana and maybe double our money from the original purchase. Who doesn’t love water covered by concrete?