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Wednesday, September 12, 2007

TONY BOURDAIN - CHEF TOPPLER: The man has a gift. I may get all fan-boy if I don't watch myself.

Colicchio gets his serious face on and says "this was the worst dish we've had in three years," but the criticism, though doubtless it is fair and well-observed, is flat and lifeless when placed next to Tony's spicier more creative expressions of culinary dismay. Tom's dig would have sounded better -- more serious, dramatic and more direly condemnatory -- if Bourdain had not just busted out with "not in prison, you couldn't serve that" as the culmination of his own acrimonious tear against the dish in question. In his own words, from this week's blog post:
"Short of biting the heads off kittens while dressed up as a storm trooper, I don't think I could look any less sympathetic."
Far from it, Tony -- Mr. Bourdain... CHEF BOURDAIN! My apologies! -- allow me to do more than sympathize: allow me to pretend I could actually taste the food and so participate vicariously in your charismatically expressed disgust! Yes! YES!! That was the Devil's Own Broccolini! You just kicked my favorite remaining contestant off the show and all I can say is "thank you." Thank you for keeping this artificial process of illusory culinary adventure amusing for me.

It's down to five now, so everybody chime in with who you've got for the finals and the win. I'll take Casey v. Dale with Casey as the winner, based entirely on the "guitar of victory" overdub that she got tonight while presenting her elimination challenge dish. They've been setting us up to like these two for awhile, quietly, and NorthPark Center vs. Halsted Street makes for an amiable contest with tidy cross-appeal for key Bravo target demographics.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Book World Live - washingtonpost.com

WARTHOG POOP SHOOT: ALOTT5MA fave Anthony Bourdain did a live chat with WaPo readers yesterday. It's a fun one:
Washington, D.C.: Would you ever consider challenging Chef Flay or Batali on Iron Chef? Would the Travel Channel even allow this?

Anthony Bourdain: No way. I'd get my ass kicked. And with my luck, the secret ingredient would probably be Tofu.

Alexandria, Va.: What do you like so much about Japanese cuisine? (I'm totally falling for it myself, but I can't figure out why. It's weird. )

Anthony Bourdain: Fresh, clean, refined--it removes all but the necessary. And because it's the end product of centuries of thinking very seriously about food and pleasure. And because the Japanese can and will pay 300 dollars a POUND--wholesale--for the best fish.
Yes, there may be an ALOTT5MA Award in his future.

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

ANY TIME A STRANGER HANDS YOU MEAT, SOUNDS LIKE LUNCH: While watching Monday night's Zimmern & Bourdain: New York special on my DVR (featuring, inter alia, Geoduck), am I the only one struck by the fact that Tony Bourdain is quite possibly the only chef (and certainly the only chef with a national television program) who I honestly believe could kick my ass? Sure, Gordon Ramsay can yell and scream like a raving nutter, but Bourdain looks like he wouldn't hesitate to shiv you given the chance.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

THAT CHAINED ROTTWEILER IN AN ILL-FITTING JACKET: This year, as we do every year, we open the ALOTT5MA Award season with the award for Reality TV Host/Judge of the Year. These awards are intended to recognize notable achievements in the year of pop culture and society, for better or worse, and are doled out on our whim.

Past winners in this category include Robert K. Oermann of Nashville Star (2003), Ralph Garman (as Derek Newcastle) for Joe Schmo 2 (2004), Project Runway's Tim Gunn (2005) and Tyra Banks for America's Next Top Model (2006), and normally, there's a long debate and public discussion as I work through who the winner should be.

This year, however, there's no need. In 2006, we wanted more Bourdain. In 2007, we got more Bourdain, and it was awesome. Really: "They were cleaning Bob Marley's house and they found this in the closet." "It's kinda got a home cooking kind of a thing, but a home I wouldn't want to live in."

Do I need to say more? No. No need to waste time reviewing other potential nominees. Anthony Bourdain is the 2007 Reality TV Host/Judge of the Year.

Thursday, October 11, 2007

THIS IS LIKE CHOOSING BETWEEN THE STRENGTH OF MIKE DITKA VERSUS A HURRICANE, WHERE THE HURRICANE IS NAMED "HURRICANE DITKA": Oh, damn you Outside Magazine, which according to Page Six has placed two of this blog's most treasured cultural icons at war -- Anthony Bourdain and Dunkin' Donuts:

RACHAEL Ray is getting a royal dunkin' from Anthony Bourdain for her big-bucks endorsement deal with Dunkin' Donuts. The prickly chef and "Kitchen Confidential" author says of the Food Network cutie in next month's Outside magazine: "She's got a magazine, a TV empire, all these best-selling books - I'm guessing she's not hurting for money. She's hugely influential, particularly with children. And she's endorsing Dunkin' Donuts. It's like endorsing crack for kids." Bourdain adds: "I'm not a very ethical guy. I don't have a lot of principles. But somehow that seems to me over the line. Juvenile diabetes has exploded. Half of Americans don't have necks. And she's up there saying, 'Eat some [bleeping] Dunkin' Donuts. You look great in that swimsuit - eat another doughnut!' That's evil."
For what it's worth, as of Monday, all Dunkin' Donuts baking will be virtually trans-fat free.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

I LOVE MY BIG GAY CHEF: More so when he outcooks everybody's ass, but love him nonetheless this week. Always quotable, usually edible, Dale is the new Top Chef favorite for the Throckmortons here in the Land Beyond CJ. Casey is a close second despite the Dallas thing, which has faded into the background over the course of the season behind an entirely professional and personable competitor who has delivered consistently down the stretch. Hung is an oddball, in a good way, and fun even when he's being a bit snotty or shifty. Again and again he proves that he certainly can cook. Sara has gotten a little bland. Malarkey likewise, only he bugs me.

For the Quickfire this week, we thought the Le Cirque challenge was brilliant. Testing the contestants' ability to taste, appreciate, deconstruct and replicate a masterwork entree is a much better challenge than asking them to improvise something palatable from a single randomly selected aisle of the supermarket. And yet, still good television! Contrast guest judge Sirio Maccioni's appraisal of Hung's effort ("Bravo.") with Hung's own assessment ("I f*cking killed it!"). That's just good lightly-censored fun right there. Accord, A. Bourdain:

Top Chef fans? Just as no one can say boo about the judging this week, no one -- NO ONE -- can complain about the challenges. No quirky, kooky, product-placing roach-coach stunts this time, my friends. No one had to make quesadillas over an open can of sterno in the back of a moving Rav 4. Or prepare a festive snack out of Froot Loops while wearing a Glad Family of Bags over their head. Tonight, the challenges were not only perfectly suited to the task of deciding who might someday be a "Top Chef", but were also perfectly matched to the judging panel.

For the who's-going-to-Aspen elimination challenge, they brought in the big guns. How big? Old pals of Julia Child big. Gods in the pantheon worshiped by Bourdain himself big. (No really, if you're still reading this instead of clicking over to Bourdain, you're missing a truly touching reminiscence about dining at Soltner's Lutece way back in the day.) And the challenge itself struck close to home for me and mine: here's a chicken; here's an onion; here's a potato; get cooking. I will dutifully click past all the can-a-tan orange people on bravotv.com to procure the recipes behind this week's efforts for the simple reason that we eat something very much like those ingredients about once a week around here. Bravo, Bravo Network, you f*cking killed it this week.

Not sure what to add about the elimination round, except that (i) Malarkey's peasant pie looked like it was fresh out the back end of a cow, (ii) I wish Dale wasn't such a spaz, and (iii) I thought for a second there that Hung was going to argue about his potatoes even when judgment was being passed by God-among-chefs Soltner. How funny would that have been?

And the results? We're fine with the results.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

THAT'S RIGHT, TOODIE. I AM: ALOTT5MA Fave Anthony Bourdain, two items.

1. In an NYT Mag article on the rise to whatever-she-is-now of Gwynneth's friend The Lovely Katie Lee Joel:
“Why people want to watch people cooking and eating on TV — I’m still trying to figure that out,” says Anthony Bourdain, a longtime restaurant chef whose phenomenally successful best seller, “Kitchen Confidential,” became his pivot into information-packed food-travel shows. “In the beginning,” he adds, harking back to Julia Child and even Emeril Lagasse, “some believable ability with food, some kind of credential, was at least implied.” He doesn’t think that’s the case anymore, and says, “Just as teenage girls need nonthreatening teen idols, whether they sing or appear in vampire movies, America clearly needs likable people who appear in the kitchen.”
2. When Gabbaland's Toodie isn't feeling well, Dr. Tony makes housecalls with perhaps the greatest line reading since Alec Baldwin intoned about his deity status in Malice. Video below the fold:

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

TOP CHEF III - TOPPIER. CHEFFIER.: Last week, in an unblogged teaser episode for the new season, some may have seen Top Chef Season 1 alums face off against their oddly-coiffed Season 2 counterparts in a challenge to prepare meals for the incoming Season 3 cast. Season 1 was the clear winner, both on the food and because, when you put them right up next to each other, Stephen Le Sommelier is no where near as irritating as MC Teen Wolf. (I can't believe they let him "bust a freestyle", as the kids say... ugh.) Tonight, Season 3 kicked off with an episode that called to mind one of my favorite Weird Dining Experiences: Denver's Buckhorn Exchange.

This cast of characters seems to have a higher Skill-to-Issues ratio than the last bunch. Obviously that's just a first impression, and a moot issue as well since Tre is already this season's winner. Guest judge Anthony Bourdain has graced him with a set of his collected published works "all signed with obscene doodles" and vowed to take him out in NYC "to get late night Yakitori and obscene savage drunk." How sweet it is. Congratulations, Tre!

Here, based entirely on the impressions they made in the first episode, is a brief rundown of the other contestants still vying for the consolation prize of being designated "Top Chef":

Brian - My only lingering impressions of Brian are his remark about "different beef items", and his uniformly wriggly protein selection for this week's challenge. Would have scored if he'd offered to fry Padma's toe for her.

Joey - Manhattan Motherfucker. Curses constantly. Would give the money to his fucking Mom, okay? My nomination for Contestant Most Likely To Shank Somebody This Season.

Hung - Yet another Las Vegas attitude, but perhaps this time it's justified. Loved the "Yeah. My monkey could do that." remark in the teaser reel. (He has a monkey?!??)

Sara - Last seen gushing over the Versace Palace Hotel Ballroom where they had the meet-and-greet reception. Cab Collichio's quick-change from hors d'oeuvres to ingredients just in time for the big opening Quickfire number was cool.

Howie - Pimped Bourdain with a quote from his own book. Huge points. Yeah, Tony? I got your Ecuadoran Line Chef RIGHT HERE!

Dale - Chi-town. The mohawk says "trust your heart", but watch out for his herb utensil.

Micah - Caterer something art blah. Next. Won the Quickfire though. Low screentime sleeper?

Tre - Hardcore. No nonsense. No fear. Gave a rave to his top-two opponent at the judging table. A winner even before Bourdain offered to take him on a bender.

Lia - Brooklyn.

Sandee - Another mohawk. THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE.

Sarah - Fromagier, therefore inherently of interest. We do like us some cheese.

Clay - Promised to be a real downer, this guy. Now serving catfish gumbo to economy class passengers on Cambodia Air. Kind of looked like that dude from Pirates Of The Caribbean with the wooden eye, but not in a good way.

Casey - Executive Transvesti -- er, chef. Executive Chef. Life is too short to live in Dallas, even if you know what an amuse bouche is.

CJ - OC denizen. TC survivor. Seemingly willing to joke about it.

Camille - Brooklyn.

This season there may be a recipe attempt or two mixed in with the episodic snark, depending on how organized we can keep the kitchen here at the Throckmorton Manse. Meantime, any early favorites? Other observations? Scintillating details I overlooked about the introductions of Lia and Camille?

Place your bets, place your bets...

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

PUT YOUR MAKEUP ON, FIX YOUR HAIR REAL PRETTY: The next wave of entertainment has hit Caesar's Palace in Atlantic City, as their current events schedule reveals -- amid the Donna Summers and Jimmy Buffets of the world -- paid events with Paula Deen, Tom Colicchio and ALOTT5MA Fave Anthony Bourdain? Basically, it's $25 to see 'em lecture, or for a $150 VIP Package (no doubt, to be heavily comped) in which up to 100 guests "will have the ability to 'cook along with Tom and our team'." Or Paula Deen. But not Bourdain, who doesn't want to cook with you. He'll only let you watch him cook, and let you eat it.

I buried the lede, however. You can also pay $30, $40 or $50 to watch Kevin Costner talk. No, he doesn't cook. Instead, Caesar's explains ...

This is a non-televised event. This is a lecture, question and answer event. Kevin will discuss movies, antidotes, etc.
Hey, Kevin, I just got bitten by a Chilean recluse spider. What should I do?

e.t.a. But that's not all! The night before, Kevin Costner Sings! Heartbeat, I'm looking for a heartbeat ...

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

THE YEAR OF GLAD -- TOP CHEF III FINALE, PART ONE: Alternate title? Four chefs enter, one chef leaves.

Hung, Casey, Malarkey and Dale had a month off before packing their knives up into scenic Pitkin County, Colorado, where, at the foot of Independence Pass, along the Roaring Fork River, there is a tiny little mountain hamlet called Aspen:
The city has its roots in the winter of 1879, when a group of miners ignored pleas by Frederick Pitkin, governor of Colorado, to return across the Continental Divide due to an uprising of the Ute Indians.
Aspen endured many ups and downs over the years (but only one subsequent major Ute uprising, in 1887) before the Top Chef III finalists arrived this past summer, and emerged in the second half of the Twentieth Century as a celebrated alpine recreation hub and jet set destination. Some locals -- as well as dilettante sympathizers from the flatlands who, let's face it, probably don't know what they're talking about -- have since been heard to complain that the valley has degenerated into a playground for the wealthy, an extended collage of exclusive destinations and extremely private enclaves, surrounded by bedroom communities for the folks that service them. You know, like Vail, but for people with real money. Still, every once in awhile, something fairly amazing still happens up there.

Among the annual goings on is the Aspen Food and Wine Classic, which provided the background for the contestants' final battles on Top Chef III. (Later in the summer, other fun things that I like to plug to anyone who'll listen happened down valley.) To prepare, Malarkey "won awards and did research"; Dale "found his chef"; Hung worked to further advance his already more-advanced-than-you skills and techniques and (if the deadening drumbeat of up-by-the-bootstraps invocations is a reliable indication) practiced his immigrant song, and Casey got some really extreme highlights. Time well spent, on all counts, I'm sure.

The guest judge for Part One of the finale was the renowned Eric Ripert, responsible for -- among other things -- Manhattan's Le Bernardin. For some reason, he now appears to comb white stuff into his hair. Because he was up near 8000ft, his Quickfire Challenge(tm) was to prepare a tasty trout entrée in twenty minutes or less. A couple of notes: (1) Those were some big trout. Your average Rocky Mountain Brook Trout would not eat like that. (Record catch, 7lbs 8oz, 1947.) (2) If you catch a trout, and can't for the life of you remember what the Top Chefs did with theirs, the Colorado Division of Wildlife has a helpful recipe page. (3) If you're out of wireless internet range, just gut it, rub the inside with oil and butter and whatever good stuff is in your kit (sage and cumin, salt and pepper), and pan fry it on top of a strip of bacon. Two days in, that beats freeze dried chicken ala king every time. (4) Chef Ripert complained to Dale about the cayenne pepper he employed "kicking" and lingering "in the throat" after eating. This is what cayenne pepper is for. Have a beer with that.

Then, for the elimination, Battle Elk. All of this looked delicious to me, Casey's "black and blue" loin chops especially. Rare as hell? Crusted with mushrooms? Sign me up! I was also amazed that Dale's impulse control issues were, for once, seamlessly self-correcting. Similarly impressive was Brian's calculation that yes, though you might doubt him, he could braise that much shank in three short hours. Finally, Hung's growing enthusiasm for elk, culminating with a near scientific pitch in presenting his meal to the judges and Colicchio's explicit recognition at the judge's table that Hung's kung fu was indeed the best... well, that was fun to watch.

All that remains, for this post, are the compulsories. So first, here's your link to Bourdain's blog. His post on this episode is not up as of this writing, so here's some bonus Bourdain, fielding audience questions about foie gras, seal eyeballs, Peruvian hallucinogens, and his choice of last meal. And last, here's my link to Denver's own Buckhorn Exchange, where you can get your trout on, and get your elk on, and also get many, many other things.

Friday, February 9, 2007

ruhlman.com: Guest Blogging: A Bourdain Throwdown

A VARIATION ON 'DUNK BOZO' OR 'SHOOT THE GEEK' AT THE CARNIVAL: You think Anthony Bourdain had problems with the Top Chefs? Wait until you see what he said about the stars of the Food Network. (Via Bill.)

Thursday, February 3, 2011

"I WASN'T AROUND FOR THE QUICKFIRE, SO MAYBE I MISSED WHY PADMA WAS DRESSED LIKE A SUPERFRIEND": Bourdain on the pasta disaster that was last night's Top Chef All Stars:
Where we might have dreamed of some good, country-ass, rustic pasta -- we got cazzo instead. It is mind-boggling the bungled fundamentals, the elementary misunderstanding of basic Italian staples, the missed signals that went on in the kitchen during this course. Mike Isabella, at least, understood the challenge. His rigatoni with braised calamari and cherry tomatoes should have been great. The sauce (or the "gravy" as some old timers might call it), was just right: classic, familiar, delicious. But he'd ignored the very wise Junior Pellegrino who had advised earlier that "you can use dry pastas," and attempted to make his own fresh rigatoni. It was hard, too tough and it didn't cook enough (I'm not convinced it ever could) -- as a result it never took in the sauce, and went down like a mouthful of bullets. To his credit, he knew. I have never seen a more unhappy, shamed, and repentant-looking contestant stand before us at Judges' Table.
Or, as Bourdain said on the show, “Some poor bastard in the Witness Protection Program is eating this right now.” Solid, straightforward challenge (I'm ignoring the Mizrahi amusement), and while I was surprised which of the bottom three went home, it was clear that this was the bottom three.  [Also, does this really qualify Lorraine Bracco to be billed as an "award-winning actress"?]

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

A GLASS OF BAILEY'S IRISH CREAM, TOPPED OFF WITH A SHOT OF JAMESON, DROPPED INTACT INTO A PITCHER OF GUINNESS STOUT:  God bless the Fourth Estate; the DN's Molly Eichel tracked down the guy who completed the Irish Bus Bomb at the P&P Club from the end of Anthony Bourdain's Layover trip to Philly. The episode is a wonderful valentine to what Bourdain calls "a town with a low tolerance for bullshit and a whole lot of heart," and I commend it to you all.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG. IS THIS THE CRAFTIEST [TWELVE-LETTER WORD FOR INCEST] WHO'S EVER BEEN ON THIS SHOW?   Sometimes, Anthony Bourdain doesn't need to be fancy.  Sometimes, all he needs to say is "Didn't look good. Didn't taste good.  Wasn't cooked right," and as much as one might have expected a different outcome, this first Top Chef All-Stars result certainly makes a certain amount of sense.

That said, Bourdain's blog is already up.  As to the dish I thought seemed the worst, he wrote: "Whatever the f--- it was, was diabolical. A pu-pu platter from Hell. If Hell was a bad tiki bar in a Long Island strip mall."

I'm already ready to be rid of the subject of the title quote, as well as Mikey, and Sepinwall's right that Fabio's got a nasty case of Rupert-itis. Count me on Team Blais for now, but there are plenty of chefs (Somerton's Own Jen Carroll, Angelo, Hootie Hoo and Jamie) for whom I'm rooting.  Welcome back to the kitchen.

Thursday, August 9, 2007

BACON. IT'S THE CHOCOLATE CHOCOLATE CHIP OF MEATS: And good enough for a win on tonight's Top Chef, thanks to the enthusiasm of Ted Allen ("If you want to make people happy, give them bacon.") and guest judge Govind Armstrong. Props to grits. Props to shrimps. Props variously, to Taquitos, Soft Tacos and Quesadillas but not to Cuban Sandwiches, Milkshakes or Teriyaki Chicken. And so it goes.

Speaking of Teriyaki Chicken, while out for some late night wings in Koreatown awhile ago -- yeah, okay, so not teriyaki exactly, but whatever -- our troop of merry adventurers had absolutely no luck running into Tony Bourdain, wicked drunk or otherwise. We did have some wicked wings though. They were real spicy and kind of pickled with a long burn and a strange sort of fermented taste to them. We liked them, and asked the server what they put on them to get all the funky flavors in there beneath the heat. His response: "Those make me go to the bathroom very hard." At which point we abandoned the wings and just ate the fries. Now that I know what to avoid though, there may be further forays in search of late night yakitori, wicked drunkeness and Tony Bourdain on Manhattan. Matt's worries aside, I don't think he's going to cut any of us.

In other news,

(1) Howie is like, such an asshole. He's, like, a bigger asshole every week. Wah wah wah. ...and yet I don't hate him like I hated, oh, everyone this time last season for shanking and shiving each other so transparently at the judges' table. It did feel right that his teammates told him to his face that he'd gone over the line in trying to serve others up, but what's with the crying and moaning? Who are you, Joey Pickles?? And how much did I love CJ calling Joey "Joey Pickles"? SO MUCH.

(2) When the reality show host tells you, with the camera rolling, that you have the night off to play, you do not have the night off to play. You signed up to be messed with like this, so no crying allowed. Nonetheless, Casey, Hung, Tre and Sara N. looked genuinely furious when the limo pulled up in front of those roach coaches.

(3) Casey and Sara N., furthermore, were alarmed in a way I did not understand about being made to work in their club clothes. Any speculation out there about the underlying dynamics of gender in the workplace (and/or women's roles in professional vs. social settings) that might have been driving that discomfort? We've had the "would they ever say that about a male chef" question already, so I figure headier gender issues are fair game.

Finally, for crying out loud, as if we didn't learn this last year, let's just let ice cream be ice cream already. Dale had it dialed and won a much needed but little-covered night off. I think all we got of his dinner conversation with Chef Armstrong was, "mm... this is really good".

Friday, April 25, 2008

ALL STEAK, NO SIZZLE: Had a very nice dinner at Craftsteak last night--exquisitely prepared roasted steak, roasted carrots, and a chocolate souffle. However, it reiterated my prior concerns that pan roasting steaks removes "sizzle" from a steak. That leads us, in a somewhat circuitous fashion, to Top Chef. As Alan expressed in a thread on this week's episode, this season has come off a bit bland. To draw an analogy to my meal, all the ingredients are there (solid chefs, good challenges--particularly this week's elimination challenge, which did a nice job of piling twist after twist on both the Cheftestants and the audience) and the ingredients are well-prepared, but it's just not crackling--maybe because there haven't been many (if any) spectacular failures or bizarre successes, and maybe because for all the bleeping and trash-talking, few of our Cheftestants have shown a distinctive personality thus far, or maybe just because of a lack of Bourdain.

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

THE YEAR OF GLAD -- TOP CHEF III FINALE, PART TWO: And we're LIVE from a beige sound stage in Chicago, with an obedient studio audience and lots of the clappy clappy wooty wooty. I'm Padm(=>...) This week's season three finale began with an ominous indication of altitude sickness from one of the finalists (stay hydrated people! it's not hard!) and then ascended from the already way-up-there town of Aspen to the top of the Apsen Mountain Gondola to kick off the Finale Challenge. A comparison of geography-inspired literary quotations seems appropriate:
"We don't get to see this kind of sh*t in Chicago." -Dale, Aspen 2007

"It's too flat here to snow all f*cking winter." -Phil, Chicago 1997
Ah, my Big Gay Chef, if only we'd met years ago, before I was a confirmed heterosexual in a legally enforceable life-long partnership, who knows how opposites might have attracted? Seriously, I love this guy cursing an amiable blue streak through season three, finding his chef, and throwing down some seriously respectable cuisine (if the judges are to be believed) in the process. But then, we had love for all three finalists here at the Throckmorton Manse, and the irony of Hung getting criticized repeatedly during the finale for not adding enough acid only added to our appreciation.

With 35 minutes to cogitate about an impressive array of seasonally appropriate ingredients laid out beneath an ice sculpture on the ridge of Aspen Mountain, our finalists came up with the following basic menus:
Hung
Hamachi "fish n chips"
Vietnamese Fusion Prawns
Duck

Dale
Foie and Fruit
Lobster Gnocchi
Colorado Lamb

Casey
Foie and something else
Prawns and something else
Crispy Pork Belly
Oh, Casey, you had me at "Crispy Pork Belly". And we're back, LIVE from Chicago with more of the clappy cla(=>...) After which, contestants drew knives to "determine" which "sous chef" they would be working with to prep the ingredients for their meal. Knife #1 = first "sous chef" to arrive on the gondola; knife #2 = second chef, etc.
Hung got Rocco DiSpirito.
Casey got Michelle Bernstein.
And Dale got Todd English.
As Dale noted, there was a serious "Dream Team" vibe about the pairings. As I noted, it was as if the producers lined the "sous chefs" up in the appropriate order for the gondola as soon as each finalist's choice of knife was radioed down the mountain. Cynicism on this point aside, it was fun to hear the Chef Chefs' comments on the aspiring Top Chefs' styles, choices and instincts. We dug the role reversal, as well as the professionalism on display as everyone assumed the roles assigned. Can you imagine Marcel or Ilan being given the honor? And handling it gracefully? Neither could we. Also, as a kid who was disappointed trying to make brownies on more than one occasion because he forgot to read the "high altitude cooking instructions", it was easy to love all the whining about how long water takes to boil up on the roof of the world.

We are back. Live from Chicago, I'm P(=>...)Hung's going to prove he has soul. Casey's got textures, and colors, and "perfect roasted summer peaches with crispy pork belly." I was so, totally, down with that... until I heard the words "Colorado lamb, poached in duck fat." Go, Big Gay Chef, GO! At which point the producers added a Fourth Course and a Former Contestant to the mix for each finalist. Given the good crop of personalities (plus Howie) recruited for this season, there wasn't a lot of drama here. Hung added chocolate cake a la Sara; Casey added sirloin a la Howie; Dale added scallops with citrus a la CJ.

Aaaaand, welcome back to Chi(=>...)I'd be cursing a blue streak of my own about the live in studio segments of this show if Philomena wasn't so quick with the remote. I just know it. Some serious compliments were bandied as the judges (your normal cast of characters, plus this episode's "sous chefs", plus Malarkey) considered what the finalists had to offer, from "pretty amazing" all the way up to "Michelin Three Star". Faults? Fish eggs for flavor, not color. Gnocchi at altitude? ...gnot so much. Hung played it safe with the cake.

Welcome back everyone. I'm Padma L(=>...) Oh, crap. We have to watch it now. It's the results. (<=...) And... oh, right. Shouldn't spoil the results. Get your comment on, soon as you're ready. Get your Bourdain on too.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

SCALLIBUT:  I don't have much to say about tonight's Top Chef All-Stars that you haven't seen from me in previous seasons -- I love me some technique competitions.  I appreciated the "go to a restaurant, now do their food" challenge, and found myself missing the extra 15 minutes (that I normally regard as padding) where I felt like we could have learned more about the chefs' cooking processes.  The eliminations ... one was unsurprising, the other disappointing but justified.

I am nowhere close to predicting a final four yet.  Richard Blais, almost for sure.  Marcel, probably.  The others?  Not. A. Clue.

added: Bourdain.  Colicchio: "Stephen has a solid knowledge of food. But cooking is something you have to practice. Repetition is key. You don’t forget how to do it, just as you don’t forget how to ride a bicycle, but you have to ride that bike a lot to win the race. Stephen might have all the knowledge in the world, but he didn’t have the chops to pull off his dish."

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

HALL OF FAVES: As Adam mentioned below, Michael Wilbon's election to "ALOTT5MA fave" status went down yesterday, marking the first time in history a person, thing, or abstraction was nominated but failed to take the honor (though it's going to be touch-and-go when "ennui" comes up later this year). This is largely because until Adam thought to ask the staff about Wilbon yesterday, the enshrinement process went: (1) fiat; (2) buyer's remorse. Let's face it, "ALOTT5MA Fave" status is a dubious honor bestowed, with rare exceptions, upon people or things that aren't really anybody's favorite anything. I dare you to come up with a less-impressive or more haphazard Hall of Fame than this roster of everyone that any of us has ever called an "ALOTT5MA fave":

Filmed Entertainment:
JJ Abrams
Amy Adams
Naveen Andrews
Kristen Chenoweth
Cruel Intentions
Anna Faris
Will Ferrell
Victor Garber
Jennifer Garner
Neil Patrick Harris
Shonda Rhimes
Aaron Sorkin
James Spader
Aimee Teegarden

Haberdashery:
Tim Gunn
Kara Saun

Games of Skill or Chance:
Bobby Abreu
Pat Burrell
Shaquille O'Neal
Stephanie Rosenthal

Ingestion:
Mark Bittman
Anthony Bourdain
Chik-Fil-A

Commentariat:
Jim DeRogatis
Roger Ebert
Tony Kornheiser
Elvis Mitchell
Kelefeh Sanneh

Childhood:
Kavya Shivashankar

Tonal Pleasantry:
Frenchie Davis
Kathleen Edwards
Verdine "Sexual Chocolate" White

And while we're clearing up administrative matters, you have probably heard us refer to this department or that bureau, and wondered, "where can I get an ALOTT5MA internal directory?" The answer is here, right now, with the following list of organizational responsibilities or expertises adopted, appropriated, or assigned:
Chicago Bureau Chief: Alex
Pre-1990s Heavy Metal Bureau Chief: Isaac
Japanese Monomania Desk: The Pathetic Earthling
Personal Health/Exotic Disease Desk: Isaac
Repressive Regimes Desk: All
Urophilia Desk: Adam
Dead Wrestler Series Editor: Adam
Halls of Fame Series Editor: Alex
Muktuk Series Editor: Adam
Things that Are Not Suitable for TV Expert: The Pathetic Earthling
19 Entertainment Modus Operandi Expert: KCosmo
Astronomy Bug: The Pathetic Earthling
ETA: Just to be clear, all faves and titles are culled from our recorded archives. Not making any editorial decisions here; just collating pre-existing data.