No I’m not pregnant- just starting Cycle #6 or 7, I can’t remember… but that’s not why I’m here this morning.
Nope I’m here to discuss yet another obsession I have- Top Chef. An oasis in TV land admist the modeling and fashion shows, the remodeling and house flipping, the seemingly new game show every night monotony that is prime time television today. Amongst all these catastrophies, Top Chef shines- but last night was an sad and disheartening blow.
Don’t get me wrong- I completely understand why Tre was asked to leave. I get it, but that doesn’t mean I like it. Rather I’d like to take this moment to thrash around kicking and screaming like a three year old in the grocery store.
WHY TRE WHY? I knew he was a goner the moment he said that he was just going to take a laid back approach in the kitchen. Ummm, what? In my limited kitchen experience I’ve quickly learned that this really isn’t reality. I’m just left with a case of “what the fuck were you thinking?”
Sign me up for Top Chef next season- because apparently all it takes is the knife skills of a sloth. Please tell me that someone else was feeling physical pain while watching Casey mutilate, at a very slow pace I might add, those 5 onions. I kept expecting them to pan back to Chef Colicchio and see him grow a full beard in the time it took her to mince one onion. Painful.
So I had Tre has my favorite to win… where does that leave me now? I will not, I repeat- will not jump on the Hung wagon. There is something slimey about him that just does not sit well with me. Howie? No comment. CJ- the one balled wonder really has proven why he isn’t the Top Chef in the last few episodes as has Brian. I think for a person to be called Top Chef they should actually make something once in awhile. Casey- see above. Which leaves me with Sara. Two weeks ago I would have choked on my own saliva had you told me I would be cheering her on. And yet here I sit- Go Sara!!!