Top Chef: New Orleans is finally starting to fire on all cylinders. What once was a chaotic kitchen is now down to twelve chefs. Personalities are starting to reveal themselves, front-runners are emerging. Weve finally got people to root for besides Padmas pharmacist. Now were cooking with a General Electric Monogram convection oven, folks.
Tonights themes are improvisation and teamwork, which we hit right away in our Quickfire Challenge. Legendary New Orleans trumpeter, chef, and gadabout Kermit Ruffins leads a game of Musical Cooking Stations, wherein each cheftestant will have to improvise a dish with whatever ingredients and heating implements they land on. Then, when he starts playing again, theyll move on, stop at another station, try to guess what their competitor was trying to make, and continue cooking. And over and over it goes for 30 minutes, after which each chef will be judged on the dish he or she finished. Winner gets immunity. The viewer gets confused. I choose to focus on Kermits dazzling madras patchwork trousers rather than make sense of the rules.
Its like playing in a jazz band! You have to make sure your bandmates solo is going in the right direction, explains Kermit. And hes right. And watching it is a lot like watching a jazz band made up almost entirely of white and Asian people who look like theyre having an awful time.
(A quick aside here: What percentage of the New Orleans population can be described as legendary and slash chef? Im thinking 80 percent.)
Sara starts out at a duck-and-saut-pan station and jumps right in. Justin stuffs some quail breasts. Nina lands at Saras station and thinks its supposed to be something Asian. Brian lands at a station that he doesnt understand, so he simply sauts some vegetables, which seems like a reasonable thing to do. Everybody lands back at their original stations, and immediately becomes furious with everybody else for not being psychic. And then everyone winds up at yet another station for the last five minutes, to put the finishing touches on dishes they may not even recognize. And then we look at pictures of the resulting food, and we spend an hour a week this way.
Brian wins for finishing up Saras duck, and doing the most with what he found at his station. Which is not really true! Everything that Padma and Kermit loved about the dish was Saras idea. You are correct in assuming that Sara takes the loss poorly.
Not participating in the Quickfire is Nicholas, whos posted up at the Chefs Quarters with strep throat. And as Padma explains, in an ADRd monologue that was clearly recorded months later, if he doesnt get better in time for the Elimination Challenge, he must forfeit and pack his knives. This strikes me as terribly unfair, because I have a crush on Nicholas and there is no other reason. Get well soon, glumly handsome one.
(Yet another quick aside: Nicholas is tended to by an urgent-care doctor who makes a house call. Whos got dibs on the New Orleans house-call urgent-care-doctor reality show?)
The far more important Elimination Challenge is blessedly much simpler to explain: Teams of four will cook a potluck-style dinner for some jazz types at Kermits restaurant. This seems like an easy one to ace; jazz people are notorious stoners. Carrie, Stephanie, Nina, and Carlos join forces as the Green Team; Shirley, Louis, Justin, and Sara are our Blue Team; and Brian, Travis, and Patty join forces on the Gray Team, which matches the current skin tone of their potential fourth member Nicholas.
By the end of the day, Nicholas is feeling better. He is still contagious though, so he monitors the trip to Whole Foods via speaker phone, giving clear fish-buying instructions to Travis, who mostly ignores him.
And then its off for a fun night out at Vaughans Lounge. Errbody in the club gets tipsy, and I kind of wish we could spend the remainder of the show here, because I really want to see Nina get drunk and start a fistfight, but the whole scene comes and goes in the blink of an eye.
On the next day, Nicholas is cleared to return to the kitchen, and work begins in earnest. The gang has two hours in the Top Chef Kitchen, and then 30 minutes to finish up in the kitchen of Kermits Treme Speakeasy. Nicholas throws himself into prep work, being careful to wear gloves even though the alcohol in everyones system could stop MRSA in its tracks. Everybody chooses dishes with a high degree of difficulty, except for weepy Patty, who I sort of cant believe is still here.
The Blue Team serves up shrimp and grits (Justin), grilled and pickled vegetables (Louis), and glazed beef (Sara and Shirley). The reviews are all good, mostly variations on mmm-MMM. Jazz people are not known for their eloquence. The Gray Team has some trouble: Nicks fish filets are too thin, thanks to Traviss poor listening skills, and Patty forgets the chili threads that would have given her melon salad some oomph. But Traviss caramelized ribs and Brian and Nicholass fried chicken are crowd pleasers. The Greens do an Italian potluck, leading with Stephanies fried artichokes, into Ninas gnocchetti and finishing with Carrie and Carloss nectarine tiramisu. The crowd goes wild, except for the dessert. Id call this more of a trifle, sniffs Gail. Persnickety food people are the best.
The editors have their work cut out for them two different ways in the judges table segment. First, they must make it seem as though all four judges are not blackout drunk, and second, they need to inject some suspense into a situation with only one possible outcome. Patty is definitely going home; on a night when eleven people made expert-level dishes, she seems to have sliced a watermelon and hoped for the best.
The Green Team wins, with Stephanie taking home the trophy. Stephanie smiles. She has a lovely smile. Its really disconcerting to see. The Gray Team is on the bottom, and though they stretch it out for what seems like a full hour, you know what happens: Patty gets the ax. She cries. Of course she does. Im not going to pat myself on the back here, she says, and that sounds like a solid course of action for a person who just lost a cooking contest.
Next week, the chefs have to butcher a pig in front of Dr. John, and I dont know which part of that is least appetizing. See you then.