"I got my third star and I’ve worked for it!" said Daniel Boulud at last night’s Michelin guide party. "I’ve known the three-star club long enough." His mood had improved from the night before, when he joked about New York’s critic at Share Our Strength Autumn Harvest Dinner at Eleven Madison Park. "Adam Platt is my bitch," said the chef, recalling one-star reviews for DBGB and Bar Boulud. "He’s miserable," Boulud explained. "We are working so hard to create pleasure, to make people happy. And when you see a guy miserable like Platt, it doesn’t matter what you do." But Platt’s dour worldview was forgotten as Boulud was feted by friends and colleagues. "Daniel’s third star is absolutely deserved," said Fabio Trabocchi. "He should have had that a lot earlier." Corton’s Paul Liebrandt had been celebrating his two stars since 8 a.m.: "It’s never too early for champagne," he reasoned. "Paul, don’t let your head get too big," cautioned Donatella Arpaia. "Michelin giveth and Michelin taketh away."