WATCH WHAT HAPPENS: I turn off the TV.
Tom, I have a some questions from a viewer in New York: Who is this smarmy asshole? Why am I not watching a quickfire and an elimination round? What idiot came up with this tedious filleristical substitute for a Top Chef entertainment formula that I've (almost) reliably come to enjoy? And FFS, is that a laugh track!?!! Oh. My. God.
I object. I object. I object. Listen, Bravo, reality TV is cheap to make. You do not, under any circumstances, get to do a clip show. Bunch of freaking punks.
Here's another note: If and when I want to relive zany moments from the last two seasons, I'll go to your freaking website.