A message for Spike

I understand that you are concernicus about your cats. But it’s okay, Spike-not-Andrew.

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Tomorrow….a rant against the restaurant industry. Because I is PISSED.

Need I remind anyone?

Season four of Top Chef begins tonight!  Party time!

I’d never seen this show before I met my husband.  Husband, in case you don’t know, is a professional chef so he of course is very into Top Chef.  Matter o’ fact, he’s on the sofa now, watching the marathon on Bravo.

I didn’t tune in until midway through the second season and was instantly hooked.  The show often enrages me, especially the cheftestants who rant against other cheftestants for not being “team players.”  Uhhh…excuse me, this is a competition.

I’m sure this is true for most “reality” shows but since this is the only one I watch, I wouldn’t know.  The only other reality show I ever watched was the very first season of Survivor and I remember then how hated Richard Hatch (the eventual winner) was…but I also remember how well he played the game and how really, he deserved to win BECAUSE of his cunning and deviousness.

 Seriously.  This isn’t a family game of Monopoly.  This is a cut-throat competition.  Sure Marcel and Hung were assholes….but they played the game.  I still believe Marcel should have won over Ilan.  (Although Sam should have won over all of them)

 To be fair, I do understand that to be a real chef, leadership and teamwork are essential.  And that’s why Top Chef has many team competitions.  But at the end of the day, each chef is being judged individually.  Tom Colicchio even said (in response to Elia’s season two whining), “We don’t care what goes on in the kitchen”.  (I may be misquoting slightly but you get the drift.)  It’s all about the food.

So bring it on, Chefs.  Show us what you’ve got.  I’ll be the one on the couch, drooling.