GQ recently caught up with frosted-tipped icon Guy Fieri at his house in Santa Rosa, CA to talk “bomb-ass Pinot,” vanity plates, and Pete Well’s infamous review of Guy’s American Kitchen.

Another topic of discussion: How Anthony Bourdain constantly makes a mockery of Fieri. Anyone who’s watched No Reservations or Parts Unknown—or witnessed Tony’s ‘Close to the Bone’ tourknows that Bourdain regularly shits on the Flavortown gawd. But how does that make Fieri feel? According to GQ,

“It’s actually disappointing,” Fieri says when I tell him about Bourdain’s show. “I don’t like him making fun of people, and I don’t like him talking shit. And he’s never talked shit to my face. I know he’s definitely gotta have issues, ’cos the average person doesn’t behave that way. It’s not that I’m not open to the reality that the food world was like this from a few people’s perspective. It’s just, What are you doing? What is your instigation? You have nothing else to fucking worry about than if I have bleached hair or not? I mean, fuck.”

Well, looks like Fieri is a little butthurt by Tony’s insensitive remarks—however accurate they may be. But don’t for a minute think that stops the Donkey Sauce King from being a legend, or passing out Lean Cuisines…

Another amazing tidbit from the interview: GQ reporter Drew Magary asks Fieri if he thought Well’s zero-star review of his restaurant was fair. Guy’s thoughts: “He could’ve made such a great comment. But he dropped down to third grade and said every mean, vile thing that he could say and discredited himself. Do I have faults in the restaurant? I have faults in the restaurant today! Everybody does. His assignment was to give me no stars. He had it already planned.” That’s a big accusation to make about the NYT restaurant critic, brah. (Wells also discredited Fieri’s statement in an email to GQ.)

But maybe the greatest takeaway from the enthralling interview—besides the fact that Guy loves Enya and Pantera—is the fact that he has jokes vanity plates on each of his many cars. Here’s what they say:


You can’t make this shit up—that kind of greatness only exists in the land of Flavortown.

[via GQ]