Some highlights of Tony Bourdain's lively excoriation of last night's Food Network Awards, just posted on Ruhlman:
Okay so some brain dead douche bags from Ad Sales and 'creative' got together and cooked up this hybrid, fur-bearing catfish of a beast, this jackalope of a High Concept. Fine. That's what they do. But who green lit this monstrosity?
The production itself above and beyond the witless, ill-considered, just-plain stupid "concept" of an Awards show where most of the awards' went to inanimate objects (accepting the award for Best Comfort Food is Macaroni and Cheese!!), appliances or cities (Portland's mayor wisely did not bother to show), the production values were lower than whale shit.
Did the network, upon realizing (as they surely did) that the whole thing was a hideous, stultifyingly boring cluster fuck and a public slap to their talent did they consider maybe having the good taste to just bury the whole thing in archives like a rotten bone? They reportedly had no trouble burying the Ripert and the Ramsay episodes of the excellent, critically acclaimed My Country My Kitchen. Have they no decency?
There's a famous story where Robert Mitchum walks into studio head David O Selznick's office, pulls down his pants and takes a crap on his white carpet. I hope Emeril is pinching a loaf right now.
But honestly, Mr. Bourdain, what did you think of the program?
The Fabulous Food Network Awards!! [Ruhlman]