Here's the best Tom Cruise tidbit we've heard since the one regarding the ultra sound he bought to monitor his unborn
When Mr. Cruise and Katie flew from NYC to Miami on his private plane, he demanded of the Carlyle Hotel several coolers full of prepped food--steaks and such--that could be cooked en route from NYC to MIA. When he deplaned at Signature Airport in Miami, the coolers were full of unused food that just got dumped. Hello, Mr. Cruise, meet Camillus House, a place where people can donate food to the needy.
But wait! It gets worse. When Mr. Cruise and co. arrived at the Mandarin Oriental Miami, he once again demanded a special menu for him and Katie. Not a vegetarian menu and not, like we thought, a Scientology menu, but, rather, a menu of five items--all which had to be cooked first--for him to choose from.
If you're not familiar with the chow at the Mandarin--it's among the best in the city. Unless Mr. C was diabetic, there was absolutely no reason for his ludicrous demands. And wait! There's more. After perusing his special menu---five different ones for the FIVE meals a day he and Katie ate--Tom would order one thing (not Katie) and the rest would be tossed in the garbage.
"All the food on the special menus had to be cooked first in case Mr. Cruise wanted it," says our tattle. "He'd order one item and the rest--poof! In the garbage."
According to many people involved in this, Tom was a pain in the ass. "He's definitely of a different mind set," said one. "As if the world revolves around him." Hey, we thought the world revolved around L. Ron Hubbard!
Anyway, when Tom left town, the Mandarin had to send him off with, again, coolers of prepped food to be prepared mid air on his jet en route back to LA. No word on what and how much was discarded once he arrived there.
To Tom's credit, some at the Mandarin say he was very sweet even though he had his own private elevators, menus and probably toilet paper. "He went to the reception desk in the lobby to thank everyone for a wonderful stay," says one.