Chef Rachael Ray’s husband’s cooked up a malpractice lawsuit. Supreme Court of NY’s July 11 complaint deals with her Southampton House. Plaintiff, husband John Cusimano. Defendant, AmeriSpec Home Inspection Services.
Page 4 states “prior to closing upon the property” they “were hired to inspect the house and pool-house” for “water/moisture/mold problems and related conditions . . . in a good and workmanlike manner consistent with standards and practices of the architectural, engineering, and home inspection industries.”
Two causes of action request repayment of damages in the amount of $3 million.
Odds & ends
Sardi’s Nov. 14 Hall of Fame luncheon honors journalists Jimmy Breslin, Graydon Carter, c. adams . . . At “Kinky Boots,” Michael Douglas told a fan to watch his recently telecast “Behind the Candelabra.” Replied the fan: “OK, but will you pay for my HBO?” . . . Neil LaBute scarfing down dinner at the Smith across from Lincoln Center.
‘Most Likely’ to underdress
Been examining your fabulous world? Staring at your shloompy live-in whose tee has dried egg on it? Thinking a showbiz life would be glamorous? Kiddies, let Mother picture the lush movie-star existence:
“Girl Most Likely” just got screened. The fab venue? Lower East Side crap theater. Airless sub-basement. Due to my high standing and low energy, host Andrew Saffir provided me an interview bench. On a dirty, popcorn-strewn carpet. Facing the ladies’ toilet.
Matt Dillon. The film’s star. Arrived dressed appropriately. Sneakers, jeans, rumpled black shirt. “I play a guy full of half-truths who’d say, ‘I won’t say I’m with the CIA, let’s just say I can’t talk about it.’ I didn’t identify with this character, but I’ve met those types.”
And Matt’s own lifestyle? “Travel. Burma, Congo. I’m on the Refugees International board. Just came from Mexico City. I got a little altitude problem, but I love their music and what’s bad with laying on their beach?”
Love life? “Not now. I’m single.” But canvassing. From the toilet marched females with necklines lower than his hopes. “Not bad,” he grinned.
Fellow star Kristen Wiig showed in white short short Viktor & Rolf dress. “So short I can’t even sit in it,” she said, folding herself onto my bench.
“I miss ‘SNL.’ I just visited 30 Rock and got a tug. But seven years is time to leave. Stuff ends sometimes. So, now, for me things changed a little. I live alone and I’m back in my original LA home. My old friends. My plants.”
Plants?
“My family’s into gardening. Dad’s a horticulturist. Outside I have an old lime tree. Inside’s eight plants. I don’t know what they are.”
Someone dribbled Pepsi on me so, semi-soggy, I left without seeing the movie.
Class act
Katie Couric on, back in college days, getting turned down at Smith: “I probably wasn’t well-suited there. Smith thought my interview wasn’t even good. My grades weren’t all that fantastic. Fair, not outstanding. It felt like the end of the world when I was turned down. There’s such pressure to get into top colleges.”
Rock reads
Enough already with R&R memoirs. This week came three. DaCapo’s “The Bee Gees: The Biography.” Tells about younger brother Andy, whom cocaine killed at 30, Barry the strong songwriter, Robin with a most unique voice, Maurice who did whatever he did.
Another’s on Corey Taylor, lead singer of hard rock bands Slipknot and Stone Sour, which I always listen to daily. His “A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Heaven (Or How I Made Peace With the Paranormal and Stigmatized Zealots and Cynics in the Process).” Forget him, I don’t even understand the title.
Talk of a full-service barbershop. One in the 20s charges for haircuts but distributes free condoms to the customers.
Only in New York, kids, only in New York.