‘Rich kid' tried to force his way into David Grutman's Miami club. Things escalated
David Grutman always seems so calm, cool and collected.
That's why it was surprising to see Miami's undisputed nightlife king getting into a heated argument with someone wanting to get into one of his clubs the other night.
In a video making the rounds over the weekend, a man with a French accent outside LIV at the Fontainebleau Miami Beach screams at a bouncer that he needs to speak to 'the boss.'
'Rich kid talks down to David Grutman,' reads the text over screen.
The boss appears and confronts the guy demanding entry.
'Next thing you're going to say is 'Google me,' right?' asks Grutman. 'Google me?'
'David, you know who I am!' screams the wannabe patron. 'So why are you making me stand here like a peasant?! Do I make you stand in Europe?'
'Nobody knows you in Europe, bro!' the hospitality giant responds. 'Unless you're with your father, nobody knows you!'
As a few women in the crowd begin to look concerned, things escalate.
'I own Europe, you own Miami,' the individual yells. 'You think you're a badass?'
'I'm just Miami?' laughs Groot, who owns such sizzling hot clubstaurants as Komodo, Casadonna and Papi Steak, as well as LIV Las Vegas (not to mention a bar on a spaceship).
The kid looks as if he's about to blow his top.
'If I don't get into this putain club in one minute,' he threatens, 'I'm gonna call my dad!'
After some more chaos, the video ends, and we are left to assume that the obnoxious visitor got the boot.
In the comments section, though, you quickly realize things are not as they seem.
'Love this... even though it's fake.'
'I can't believe I fell for this!'
'I hope everyone knows this is satire lol.'
So who was the guest from hell? Drum roll... It was actually viral TikTok star Aris Yeager, aka @theeuropeankid, and the wild interaction at LIV was a skit. Grutman was in on the joke, says his spokesperson, who added that his client's social media channels are 'always so entertaining.'
This is hardly Yeager's first rodeo. The 24 year old's shtick involves going around to various high end establishments playing an entitled, spoiled brat and causing a scene for kicks, giggles and views.
Among his multiple pranks as his snooty character 'Louis:' He shoplifted caviar from a high end market because his credit card was declined; he demanded a watch from Jacob the Jeweler; and he attempted to give a toll taker a $100 bill.
The dude is not French; the NYC resident was reportedly born in Greece, attending boarding school in Belgium and Northeastern University in Boston. Though not as wealthy as his snobby alter ego, the Gen Z-er is doing more than OK. As per The New York Times, he can make up to $30K per post.
'I recognize how preposterous it is. I just know exactly how to do this character,' Yeager told the outlet of his M.O. 'My whole life I've grown up in an environment surrounded by very pretentious, affluent kids who act a certain way. It's almost like I instantly know all the humor.'
And most of the folks are in on the joke, anyway, so no humans get stressed in the making of these videos.
That's a relief, because Yaeger just punked the world's top ranked female tennis player Aryna Sabalenka.
After his stunt at LIV, Louis hit up a fancy sushi restaurant that appears to be Makoto Bal Harbour and tried to force the Miami Open winner to give up her table.
A true pro in every sense of the word, Sabalenka laughed it off and then offered Louis a snack.
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