I had lunch today at Uncle Jack's Steakhouse on 9th Avenue and 34th Street. The publicist wanted me to check out their new tuna tartare and Kobe beef tartare appetizers, so while I ate them (and a Prime beef cheeseburger with sauteed onions and fries), I asked the publicist about the restaurant's clientele. He said it was mostly expense-account types and people on their way to Madison Square Garden.
Barbra Streisand had been performing there earlier in the week, and the publicist said her people had made reservations for dinner in Uncle Jack's private dining room after the show.
So the manager kept extra staff on hand and waited for her and her entourage.
And they waited and waited, and she never showed up. She didn't call or send a kid over to say she wouldn't be coming. She just didn't honor her reservation.
That's rude, even if you are Barbra Streisand.
And of course if you're a big, famous singer, people talk about it when you're rude and then it ends up as part of the chatter people engage in about you. They might even write about it in blogs.
It's really not a good idea. Pick up the phone, for crying out loud.