Gordon Ramsay’s Manhattan penthouse became a culinary battleground Saturday when Julia Child’s ghost allegedly materialized mid–beef wellington demo. About 45 minutes in, the temperature plunged, an ethereal voice boomed, “Mon Dieu, what are you doing to that poor beef?” and a translucent rolling pin tapped Ramsay’s forehead. Twelve high-profile guests, including critics and Michelin chefs, had paid $2,500 to watch him work. Instead, they watched spectral QA. “Then the ghost lady started muttering in French and English about ‘amateur hour nonsense’ in 2025,” said venture capitalist Bradley Thornton. Food critic Jasper Kensington-Price heard her warble, “That’s not how you fold puff pastry!” as whisks hovered and phantom hands scolded the dough. Ramsay tried to ignore it. He couldn’t when she critiqued his knife skills and demanded respect for classical technique. Red-faced, Ramsay brandished a wooden spoon and threatened an exorcism via underseasoned risotto. Child responded with flying copper pots: “Your wellington isn’t fit for a suburban book club potluck, you theatrical buffoon!” She vanished in a butter-scented flour cloud. Health inspectors are now investigating interdimensional sanitation. Ramsay insists his technique is perfect and ghosts aren’t included in the ticket price.