Okay, please let me preface this post by saying that when “Top Chef ” was airing last night I was in Chicago eating a very strange sushi meal at the newish hotspot called Macku. Do you want white tuna with banana-wasabi puree? Do you want mine? Because I’d gladly step into the time-reversal desushification machine and un-eat it for you.
That aside, stuff apparently happened last night on “Top Chef.” I read the blogs and found out that there was a very special variety meats Quickfire Challenge, and Angelo was all set to make something called “duck testicle marshmallows.” Upon hearing that squishy tidbit, I just wanted to cover Daffy Duck’s ears and personally apologize for the current state of popular televised entertainment. I also thought: how perfect. If ever there was a chef and a dish…
And then what? Something kind of elimination challenge involving cold food and a boat? A guest judge (Michelle Bernstein) who did not recuse herself despite a long-simmering feud with a contestant (Andrea), and that Tamesha got the boot for vile cold scallops in sweet sauce.
While poking around the Bravo TV Web site, however, I did discover the “Date A Top Chef” profiles of each contestant. These are filled with all kinds of fun facts and insights. Tracey reads Herman Hesse and likes to give psychic readings to strangers. Arnold admits to not reading any books. Amanda dreams of scuba diving in Antarctica. Angelo has four nipples.
This may be more interesting than the actual show.