Hey, did everyone have a good Thanksgiving? I ate two full dinners and forgot the names of every single cheftestant on Top Chef New Orleans. It was glorious. Surely, after the week off, theyll ease us back into ... oh, wait, no they wont, because immediately its time for Restaurant Wars! Rosie the Riveter, Salooshian Lady, and the guy with the face seem excited about it. Lets heat up some leftovers and dive in.
The remaining chefs divide into groups of five to create two pop-up restaurants in 24 hours. Menu, dcor, everything. (Design-wise, what a relief to participate in this challenge at this moment in history, when every restaurant has a long communal table and is lit by raw Edison bulbs, like some kind of Mumford and Sons theme bar.) Among the diners will be a table of Chase Sapphire VIP card holders, who will visit both restaurants, because theyre discriminating diners who enjoy the finer things and pay a low introductory APR (no, really, this marketing language goes on for a month and a half, and happens in front of a GE fridge thats full of Philadelphia Cream Cheese). I feel like we should all get $10 for watching this show.
Also, my St. Louis homeboy Danny Meyer will be a guest judge! This is as good a time as any to reveal that I brought the STL delicacy toasted ravioli to both my Thanksgiving dinners last week. What is it, you may ask? It is individual meat raviolis, breaded and deep-fried, and the fact that I did not serve it with a mayonnaise-based dipping sauce is what qualifies as restraint. Please form an orderly line for the recipe.
The Green Team is made up of ringers and is therefore doomed to fail. To review, were talking about Bettie Pageish Sara, beardy local Justin, Nina and her filthy mouth, Carlos who still hasnt distinguished himself, and sweet Shirley. Justin takes the reins as executive chef, Sara takes front of house. This is good because theyre both kind of unpleasant.
Executive chef Nicholas calls his Purple Team The Bad News Bears: early front-runner Carrie, perma-nauseated Stephanie, Brian and his sudden momentum, and bull-headed Asian fetishist Travis, who appoints himself general manager. Gays belong in the front of the house duh, says he. Grown-ups who say duh do not belong anywhere, friend.
Right away, the Green Teams egos get the best of them. They cant pick out plates at the restaurant supply store because they havent decided what kind of dishes theyre going to serve, and then nobody can find molds for Saras dessert, and its all a big mess and its kind of fun to watch the early favorites flail. Plus, Sara does not handle pressure well. Sara is made of weary, put-upon sighs.
The Purples are doing a seafood restaurant called Fin. Travis, Brian, and Carrie travel in their brand-new Toyota RAV4 to Whole Foods to pick up supplies. Brians going to kick off the dinner with a scallop crudo and purple-corn relish, Stephanies doing an oyster velouté with pasta, and Nicks cooking drum and oxtail with a hibiscus reduction. I know what 40 percent of the words in the preceding sentence mean. Travis will end it all with an olive-oil cake and Greek yogurt.
The Green Teams restaurant will be called Found, and each chef will bring something of their own culture to the menu. Its thematically all over the place, plus its just too easy a set-up for a "lost" joke. Storm clouds are brewing.
The restaurants open, and yoops, the mistakes arent just found at Found. Back at Fin, it turns out Brian picked up xanthan gum when he meant to get agar dont you hate when you do that? and its going to throw his whole purple corn relish off somehow. No, really, this is the biggest mistake the producers could find at Fin. Everything else goes smoothly; Nicholas is an expert at time management, everyones staying out of each others way, and, duh, Travis is a big charming natural at front-of-house management.
Also, everyone has to pretend theyre intimidated to serve the VIP Chase Sapphire cardholders, which is just the cutest thing you ever did see.
Over at Fin, Tom doesnt care for Brians scallops, deeming them too snotty and cruelly putting me off the dinner Im eating as I write this. Carries shrimp is a little overcooked but flavorful, and theres a pool of butter at the bottom thats just perfect for some bread-soppin. Stephanies pasta gets good grades, the service is top drawer, and I kind of want to eat at Fin.
Meanwhile, the Green Team is just fucking up left and right. The staff doesnt know how to fill out their tickets, which leads to backups and wrong orders coming out of the kitchen. Justin is so overwhelmed, the Chase Sapphire VIP cardholders receive their main courses all at different times, and you know how those people get. Worse, the judges show up, and Sara gives Justin what she calls a verbal fire; she tells him theyve arrived, and he says hell need a ticket to that effect, which she promises but doesnt deliver, so the judges just sit there forever. Do you think you keep Tom Colicchio waiting? You do not.
Which do you find more unsettling: The forced, toothy grin of a person who is clearly furious, or being called a pet name in frustration? No need to choose, because Sara does both: Big smile, baby-doll, she barks to her food runner as they hustle their food to the judges. Worse, Sara simply drops the plates and scoots away without describing any of the dishes or revealing who made what. This might have been an act of mercy: Carloss red snapper crudo with avocado mousse is greasy, Justins roasted parsnip agnolotti with rabbit is both undercooked and overcooked, and gets a rare, succinct This is SO BAD from Tom. Shirleys olive-oil-poached cobia fares better, but Ninas pork tenderloin is the star of the shit show. Saras mascarpone cream falls apart, so her nectarine-brown-butter cake is left just a piece of cake on a plate, which actually doesnt sound like such a bad thing. (Obviously, here, Sara takes the time to describe the dish.)
You know how theres a TV in the chefs waiting area, so that they can watch the judges as they deliberate? Tonight, the TV turns on, and a giant hand comes out of it and does one long, Three Stoogesstyle slap across all of the Green Teams faces. Theyre not even trying to make this one look close: the Purple Team wins. Nobody gets any real criticism, but Nicholas wins the challenge. Congratulations, handsome one.
Found is deemed a disaster, and absolutely nobody is surprised. At the judges table, its a big fight between front of house and kitchen, with Sara blaming Justins time-management skills, and Justin calling Sara out for sloppy ticketing. I know I wasnt actually there, but hes totally in the right. Tom points out that even though they presided over the worst aspects of Found, they should really be judged on their dishes, and it turns out their dishes sucked equally.
This is a tough one, but packing her knives is Sara. The Toyota Opinion-o-Meter asks: Was it Saras cooking or her attitude that sent her home, and roughly 230 percent of voters agreed that it was the latter. Duh.
Big smiles, baby-dolls. Ill see you next week.