YOU DIDN'T COOK ANYTHING: A valid criticism. One for which a no-longer aspiring Top Chef can offer little rebuttal. I didn't post anything, but that was totally justified.
A bunch of us went to see the Woyczek that's running at St. Anne's Warehouse (though December 3). Then we went for udon and gyoza (and shochu), and argued the director's use of selected works by Dolly Parton and Elvis Presley. Arriving home too wound-up to sleep I watched the Top Chefisode waiting for me on Ye Olde DVR -- a dire error that left me dreaming of knives and peas in a challenge-and-elimination format. Betty got the Dolly role and Colicchio was the Drum Major. The horror... The Horror.
All that aside, it was a good set of challenges and a good elimination. Why did so many contestants chose to do sweetbreads in the quickfire? We had teams of two but not a lot of backstabbing, which the judges rewarded by giving everyone at the losers' table the incentive Stab Harder, in the future, if they want to save their skins. Under the circumstances, following last week's non-elimination, however, it's not surprising that the judges would stoop to using a little bit of ... wait for it... That's right:
ketchup. (Sorry.)
Sam's looking stronger and stronger, but this is maybe the third time interview footage of Elia's has been put on the air where she's essentially throwing up her hands and saying "what was I supposed to do?" when others obviously had an answer. No more "Brother Bluto" drama from Michael, though we're given the impression that Ilan's serious Spanish Cuisine Kung-Fu could have carried him (and did).
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