Top Chef NOLA Recap: Who Doesn’t Like to Eat a Face?

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Is that the most disdainful a cheftestant has ever looked? Photo: Bravo

These early Top Chef episodes are tough going. There are, by my count, just over 37,000 cheftestants still in the game, so theres only time to characterize broadly. Theres Crying Lady, and theres Curly Hair Guy. Theres Maternal Caribbean Woman, and theres Hotsy-Totsy Australian Gal. Theres the Guy Who Everyone Keeps Reminding You Is Hot, and theres Rachel Maddow in the Eventual Hallmark Channel Movie About the Government Shutdown. Everyone elses faces whiz past you like the space debris in Gravity. Theres just no time to give these people depth when there are so many New Orleans clichés to exploit.

Like in tonights Quickfire: Each cheftestant must make a gumbo that reflects his or her cultural heritage. (What would yours be? I was halfway to my kitchen to start creating mine before I remembered that Velveeta Shells & Cheese is already a thing.) This challenge would seem to favor people with intriguing cultural stories like Carrie, whos an Iowan married to a Trinidadian, or Carlos, who grew up poor in Mexico before working his way up the restaurant ladder, or Nina, from the exotic and mysterious Saloosha. Indeed, local boys Justin and Michael are thrown; how can you culturally reinterpret New Orleanss signature dish when your whole life has been spent in New Orleans kitchens? Michael gets frustrated with his and starts all over at 1:30 a.m. Hes had cancer, he explains, so he can do this kind of thing. It makes more sense the way he says it. (His hair also makes more sense when you consider that hes had a brush with death. Thats some realigned-priorities hair right there.)

The gumbos will be judged by wise and sturdy local culinary legend Leah Chase. Leah Chase is like a Maya Angelou Id like to get drunk with. (As opposed to the real Maya Angelou, whom Id like to do mushrooms with.) Former drummer Aaron is worried because hes never made a gumbo before, but he neednt be. This is the age of deconstruction. Go nuts, young chef. Put a Jolly Rancher and a quail egg on a small pile of hay, and let Padma figure it out.

Indeed, each chef seems to interpret gumbo as small bowl of whatever. Michael and his hair serve up a little drunken-chicken number, Aussie Janine does a curry dish, Nina cooks a Salooshan plantain and yuca thing, Very-Handsome-If-You-Think-Max-Headroom-Is-Handsome Jason makes a Polish beet and potato gumbo that Leah and Padma are not feeling. (But at least he takes it well: Thats bullshit! I know that dish tasted good. Boys who know theyre good-looking are the worst.) Aaron gets high marks for serving up shrimp heads, as he well should; who doesnt like to eat a face? Carrie takes home the win with an Iowa/Trinidad mash-up that is at least colorful, which is a relief in a sea of brown.

And right away, were into the Elimination Challenge, which will be judged by yet another culinary legend I am only now hearing about for the very first time: Susan Spicer! And it will involve another culinary trend Im pretty much over: food trucks! The remaining 18 cheftestants boy, that word does not get less annoying to type will divide into groups and serve truck-lunches to Habitat for Humanity volunteers who are, depressingly, still rebuilding houses that were ravaged by Hurricane Katrina. Fun fact to pull you out of this emotional tailspin: I have a friend named Katrina whose birthday is September 11.

Real quick: Do you guys agree that weve achieved peak food truck? Have you come back around to the notion that tables, chairs, and servers are valuable? How do you feel about telling your grandchildren that in the early twenty-first century while wars, famine, and environmental catastrophes plagued our planet we used smartphones to chase grilled cheeses around our urban areas?

Before the food truck challenge begins, Michael throws his co-testants a crawfish boil, giving us all the chance to look very closely at crawfish, which was not a thing I had any particular interest in doing. So far, New Orleans is not getting the best PR: According to Top Chef Season 11, it is a place where you stand in swamps, drink sugar, and eat bugs, and then every few years, your house blows down.

The Yellow Team has some serious ringers in Carrie, Carlos, and Aaron, and they decide to go for a taco-truck theme. Blue has prissy Brett, weepy Patty, gruff-but-lovable Nick, and Jason, who should be sick to death of being told how handsome he is, but seems to be hanging in there with it. They opt for a surf-food thing, and their strategy seems to involve putting Jason front and center, hoping hell take his shirt off, and not much else. The Green Team, with Sara, Stephanie, Shirley, and Louis, goes with a Mediterranean theme, because whats more refreshing after a humid day of rebuilding a house than shawarma? Lastly, the Red Team, with Michael, Janine, and Bene, opts for Southern-food-meets-Miami menu, which could mean just about anything. Janine does say she wants to create a white Bloody Mary. Would this beverage be to the traditional Bloody Mary what New England Clam Chowder is to Manhattan Clam Chowder? If so, may I invite Janine to get the fuck out of town because thats the best thing Ive ever heard?

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Who decided to set up the truck in the middle of a jogging path?Photo: Bravo

Also, several times in tonights episode, the lower third of the screen is taken up by a Toyota-sponsored audience-participation situation where they ask a question, and I guess you go to the Bravo website as fast as you can to answer it, and the results show up right there on-screen. Like, right at this point, Toyota wants to know how many times a week you eat at a food truck, from one to nine. Nine? Who are you people who eat nine food truck meals a week? Is that even possible? Are you aware that there are restaurants with full-sized kitchens that are anchored to the ground? (The national average, as insta-tabulated by Toyota and Bravotv.com: two. Still too many.)

Teamwork wise, the Red Team is a little tense, with poor Bene being relegated to a support role, but everyone else gets along okay. Its possible that even they cant tell each other apart enough to have personality conflicts yet.

The Yellow Teams taco truck is heavy on empanadas and ceviches, but OH MY their one taco looks good: Its tilapia on a spinach tortilla with some red onion and Im aware that Im only reacting to the colors, but I still need for it to be in my mouth.

Jason on the Blue Team decides to make his salmon rolls all at once right at the beginning, so he has more time to stand in front of the truck and be handsome, and the plan backfires when the rolls instantly get soggy. Bretts ceviche is paired with scorching-hot plantains. Patty makes tuna sliders with some special kind of tomato Ive never heard of, but apparently, its not in season and it tastes bad and everyone is furious at Patty and her bullshit tomato.

The closest Im going to get to my White Bloody Mary is the green-tomato gazpacho the Red Team serves up. Theres also some kind of a fritter with corn purée and bacon jam, which may well de-throne Space Jam as my favorite jam.

The Green Team starts their meals with chilled pieces of watermelon on a stick, which is simple and smart. Sara also does a tuna burger, but hers looks lighter and healthier. Overall, their dishes are light, but substantial. Theirs is the only truck with any kind of thematic consistency; tonight, everyone else forgets that a food truck needs a strong brand, otherwise its just a weird restaurant that keeps hiding from you.

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Tom easily won the judges' brow-furrowing contest.Photo: Bravo

And indeed, its the Greens and the Yellows who come out on top in the challenge. Carrie, who had immunity for winning the Quickfire, goes and wins the whole challenge anyway, which is just cold. The Blues lose, and they take it badly: Brett argues that at least their food didnt run out, and Tom argues back that if other teams food ran out, that means more people came back for seconds. You can see the moment when it registers on Bretts face that Toms right, and I rewind it six times.

But ultimately, it is Jason who is invited to be handsome somewhere else, and he dies the way he lived: I know for a fact my salmon roll was good. He has a tender goodbye with Nick, the Pacey to his Dawson, and then vows culinary revenge via the "Last Chance Kitchen," which Im new here is that a thing, or does he just assume hell be given another chance because hes attractive?

Off to the kitchen to start workshopping my White Bloody Mary. Miracle Whip and vodka, anyone?