Let's do this one more time.
There's no word yet on when the burger joint will open.
"Lizzie is adding bacon to her iceberg lettuce. She’s also adding anchovies, which are a type of sea creature. According to my calculations, this means her dish will be salty."
"Eating her fried chicken, they tell me, is a religious experience."
"Our gang walks into the kitchen and sees a bunch of fish and sea creatures lying on a bed of ice. Is it a mafia-style warning?"
Mario Barktali's a guest judge.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that raw fish doesn’t look good on TV. But Emeril, who can’t see the dish on TV, loves it.
This, week, the gang encounters Wolfgang Puck, and their worst fears.
"The winning dish will, in turn, inspire a new Healthy Choice 'Café Steamer,' which sounds like a sex act from a French frat house. "
This week, the chefs go to a Roller Derby match and watch the women slam into each other and use bad language.
"The chefs drive to an old property called Remlinger Farms. It looks poverty-stricken and dilapidated, like a meth lab with cows."
"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?"
Even if you don't celebrate Christmas, you can still take part in this time-honored Italian tradition.
Chrissy Camba still has a chance on Top Chef.
"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.