"Stefan and Kristin flirt. Somebody burns a spatula handle. Paul McCartney sings with Nirvana, or so Twitter tells me."
"I thought Seattle artisans would be young and skinny-jeaned. Am I guilty of artisan-profiling?"
"They are reincarnating old dishes! This is going to be a GHOST DINNER FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE."
Oh, and it's Thanksgiving in Top Chef world.
The teams must prepare their dishes before the Space Needle completes a full rotation. It’s like something out of Dr. No.
Top Chef continues to represent an upper-middlebrow trashy sensibility that purees accessibility, celebrity, and actual talent in a back-stabbery broth of semi-sophistication.
Someone got kicked off last night, and chances are you're pretty happy about it!
You'll never believe who made it through to next week's finale.
With five cheftestants remaining, the competition heads to the boxing ring.
The chefs cook for Dita von Teese and a legend of Thai cuisine.
This week we're treated to tuna bacon, James doing push-ups, and Art in a Speedo.
The cheftestants take their cooking to new heights.
There's nothing like a bit of Japanese cooking to bring out the worst in almost everyone.
Art and Chris jump right back into the role of bickering couple, turning prep time into a therapy session.
Curtis's hair has lost its former spiky exuberance and looks flatter, more somber and mature, perhaps the first sign we can take this season seriously.
"The chefs toast their amazing journey and that’s that: 'Around the World in 80 Plates' concludes its first and only season. Yeah, I’m calling it."
"Did you know there’s a very particular way one should attach a goat carcass to an iron cross before cooking it by an open fire? I didn’t — maybe because I’m not an Argentinian Satan-worshipper?"
"I can feel them judging me as I grind more pizza into my snark-hole while wearing my second-cleanest pair of pleated khaki shorts."
"Would Curtis Stone enjoy humiliating me? Would I enjoy being humiliated by Curtis Stone?"