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Bring On the Finale Already: Top Chef: All-Stars Is Down to the Final Two

24 Mar

We are still in it, and the real season finale for Top Chef: All-Stars is still not even upon us. Let the torture stopand the recap begin!

Last night’s Quickfire Challenge was the Quickfire of all Quickfires. The cheftestants each got to assign a Top Chef Quickfire classic to their competition. Antonia made Richard do hot dogs, which he was excited about because the guest judge was Wolfgang Puck. According to Richard, Austrians love hot dogs. Smart Richard also gave Mike, the guy on the winning streak, a one-pot challenge. Antonia pointed out that was stupid because now Mike had access to the whole kitchen. She dissed him by saying, “Blais, not the sharpest one in the drawer.” There is nothing that we love more than the irony of an unfinished putdown.

Antonia was stuck having to make a dish using canned food, thanks to Mike. After the cooking began, Padma came in and the cheftestants got to assign each other a Quickfire twist: one hand, no utensils, or the double-apron twist. Once again, Richard choked on his assignment and gave Mike no utensils after his cooking prep was already done.

The result: Wolfgang thought Richard’s hot dogs were too ketchupy, and Mike won on the strength of a single dish. The beauty of winning was that Mike was now the guy who got to orchestrate the Elimination, which was the celebrity chef last supper: Each cheftestant would have to make a famous chef’s dream meal.

Mike picked Michelle Bernstein for himself; she wanted fried chicken with biscuits and gravy. Richard got paired with Wolfgang Puck — his last supper was goulash, spaetzle, and strudel. And Mike stuck it to Antonia with a Morimoto pairing. He craved a bento box.

​ Michelle (my fella Jewtina, whoop-whoop!) was the only one who didn’t choose a dish her mother made, and that gave Mike a bit more creative license. Richard and Antonia bitched about how they had to understand an entire culture with their dishes while Mike got to make fried chicken. BFD!

Oh, it was on. Richard couldn’t open his pressure cooker and was scared of choking again. Antonia had to deal with rancid hamachi and got into some sexy talk regarding Mike giving it to her twice.

Here’s what it looked like:
Antonia: tuna with pickled daikon, mushrooms, and eggplant served with miso soup and rice
Mike: fried chicken with pea puree, and egg yolk empanadas with mustard gravy.
Richard: beef goulash, spaetzle with (liquid nitrogen) sour cream, and apple strudel with tarragon cream

Morimoto complained about salty miso, Michelle applauded empanada creativity, Wolfgang loved his dish, and Google search engines were blowing up looking for “Scotch bonnets” after Gail Simmons said she choked on one in Antonia’s sashimi. It’s a pepper, BTW.

Richard won on the spot in the dining room and the remaining two cheftestants had yet another challenge before them: They were given 45 minutes to make one last bite.

The result: one bang and one subtle. Wolfgang was the tie-breaking vote. Richard described it as sudden death at sea, where both chefs threw down. Padma had the dumbest line of the night, which made us choke on our grapes: “You came into this as competitors, you leave as cousins!” (Remember, from that pinche Ellis Island episode?)

So who went home? Antonia. The Top Chef boys’ club lived on, as Richard and Mike secured places in the finale.

We can’t tell what we’re more excited about: the imminent finale, or the fact that this weak season is almost over. Probably the latter, although our prayers for an injection of tiger blood in this series might finally be getting heard. Either way, we are pumped. Put on your Scotch bonnet, slip into the pressure cooker, and bring on the finale!

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Last Night’s Top Chef: All-Stars Was All Conch, No Balls

17 Mar

​We thought we were out, but we got reeled back with a determination to finish what we started ― i.e., this awfully boring season of Top Chef: All-Stars. Last night’s episode was titled “Island Fever,” and it was fitting. There are four remaining cheftestants, meaning this shitshow still ain’t over. We’re stuck, sweating it out like we’ve got dengue. Last week we asked the question, “Is Top Chef: All-Stars the worst series ever?” The Washington Post responded with one repeated letter that got the point across loud and clear: ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzz.

Last night’s Quickfire was all about consistency ― consistent suckage. The chefs had to pair up and make 100 plates that were all the same in taste and appearance. With two boys and two girls left, they paired off like they were at an elementary school dance or gay club.

Tiffany and Antonia: Beef tenderloin salad with cilantro, mint, basil, and chimichurri sauce

Richard and Mike: Pork Bolognese with fresh macaroni and Pecorino cheese

Like the saying goes, girls rule, boys drool. Those trash-talking boys ate their words.

The Elimination was called Deserted Island and ironically, for once, we weren’t totally alone. Top Chef finally delivered via two flotation devices: Padma’s lakashmis in a bikini and a Sammy Hagar lookalike. (Note: The fact that we are mentioning this is a sign of our desperation.)

The cheftestants were put on island with boxes of shellfish and produce, but the all-important conch box just had snorkels inside. It was time to dive, since each dish had to contain the large sea snail. It was all so Survivor-like, which was a great idea seeing how that brand is going so strong. Not!

There was beach cooking, conch cracking, and sandy worries. Richard said he felt like a 7-year-old and, believe us, he was bitching like one. He continued his self-deprecating mantra. This time he was worried he was doing a Hamptons dish instead of a Caribbean one. He may have been in the Bahamas, but this was a white party in more ways than one ― they were celebrating a yacht club!

The ever-creative Richard knocked out a variation on linguine and clams featuring blanched sweet-potato strips standing in for the pasta, with lobster and conch. But Antonia’s red snapper (giggle) with conch tartare (double giggle) had overcooked fish and conch cut too small. Mike had the winning dish: banana leaf-wrapped grouper with braised pineapple and conch vinaigrette. Gail couldn’t get over the fact that the curry seasoning he used for the braised pineapple took the fruit from sweet to savory.

This was the second win in a row for Mike, causing him to say that maybe it wasn’t a fluke that he beat Voltaggio last week. We doubt it; we just think Richard chokes under finale pressure.

Tiffany was the one packing her knives ― her ceviche-over-chowder was all kinds of wrong, temperature-wise, and Tom didn’t like the sweetness. She left in tears. Relax, Tiffany, you’re the lucky one. We’re the ones still stuck in this Top Chef: All-Suckiness.

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Is Top Chef: All-Stars the Worst Series Ever?

10 Mar

Pack up your knives: Not even Padma can save this series from sucking.

The Bahamas, Eric Ripert, the promise of Padma in a bikini: What could bad about the finale of Top Chef: All-Stars? Well, everything. Last night’s show was the most boring episode to date.

Things began with a head-to-head Quickfire against the Top Chef who won that cheftestant’s particular season. Tom hand-selected a meat for each group, and everyone had something to prove. The competition was fierce, but not exciting. Each loser-turned-All-Star won the face-off, except Antonia and Carla, that is. The biggest upset was that Mike beat out Michael Voltaggio in Battle Duck.

Duck, duck, and we were on to the next challenge, cooking for Bahamian royalty. The chefs were escorted by the police, landing smack-dab in the middle of a festival with elaborate costumes and dancing. But it wasn’t a typical king they’d be cooking for, it was the king of the Junkanoo festival! And the kitchen they were shown wasn’t in a palace, but a collection of fryers, microwaves, and a flat top. Tiffany was confident her dish would work anyway, but the other cheftestants were scared.

The chefs pulled a Tim Gunn and attempted to make it work, but when a fryer caught fire everything changed. Rather than worrying about their own safety, they put towels over the food and didn’t leave until a fire truck arrived. The damage was done. All of their food ended up in containment and they were back to square one.

The chefs no longer had to make it work; now they could change up their dishes. Antonia moved to the more pedestrian dish of shrimp and grits, but when she went to plate it she knew she’d made a bad move.

Jersey Mike Isabella shocked everyone, again, with his winning surf-and-turf-like dish: sous-vide chicken, mushrooms, yams, lobster sauce, and lobster hash.

Carla’s last-minute change from pork medallions to a whole fried loin resulted in raw meat. Her unevenly cooked medallion with sweet potato puree, applesauce, and an apple chip – coupled with her uncooked rice in the Quickfire — sent her packing.

Finales are supposed to be entertaining: Last night’s was not. Everyone was dripping sweat and looked awful; getting through the episode proved torturous. No memorable quotes to report, no exciting food, and nothing particularly Top Chef-worthy, let alone of All-Star caliber fit for a king.

Even Richard, the favorite, said, “Honestly, I hate everything I do”. Um, those ain’t no fightin’ words. This show needs an injection of tiger blood stat, or we are out.

 

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Top Chef: All-Stars, Week 6: Hooked and Gutted

13 Jan

The sharks are circling for bait-bro Marcel.

​Last night’s Top Chef: All-Stars began with a continuation of douchey Marcel showing his poor sportsmanship. He was drinking gin from the bottle and all up in Dale T.‘s face about last week’s competition. Ugh, did they forget that this was the start of a “new” episode?

A new day did eventually dawn, though. The chefs were awakened at the hour after midnight snack but before breakfast and brought into the kitchen, where there was no Padma, only a “gone fishin’” sign. That’s right, the cheftestants were headed for Montauk, Long Island, to stick their poles in the water.

The “catch” was that there was no Quickfire Challenge, only an elimination, and a double one at that. The chefs were to work in teams of three and catch and cook for a beach party of a couple hundred guests.

After 2 1/2 hours, the teams on one vessel caught a boatload of fish, while teams on the other boat came up empty. But fish eventually made their appearance, causing Marcel’s team to come up with a system: They sat in his lap, helping to hold his rod.

Dale T. not only caught the first fish of the day, he landed one of the biggest. The ordeal was so intense, Tre offered encouragement: “You got it, baby! Breathe, there you go!”

“Dale looks like he is going into labor,” Tiffani remarked. “Head down, red face, like the baby is crowning.” The expressions were almost as good as the ones on our favorite website, Shaker Faces.

Once they got cooking, the teams deployed different strategies. Boy team Marcel, Richard, and Fabio decided to make only one dish ― they thought it would be more difficult to be eliminated that way. Other teams chose to do a dish per chef. The winner: Carla, who paid tribute to the New York bagel, only in a beachy way. Her smoked blue fish lettuce wrap with pickled watermelon rind, radishes, and pumpernickel bagel croutons completely wowed the judges.

Hootin’ and hollerin’ and jumping up and down, Carla ran back to her competitors: “I won! I won! I am going to Amsterdam!” Wet towel and sore loser Marcel responded with no congratulatory word, only, “Sorry if I am not super ecstatic right now, ’cause that means that we’re on the bottom.” The all-boys team and the all-girls team (Jamie, Tiffani, and Antonia) were the ones sent to the judges’ table. The boys’ strategy must have worked ― two girls were sent packing.

After weeks of skating by, ex-Absinthe chef Jamie Lauren was finally dumped, this time for watery and flavorless striped bass atop watermelon salad. Tiffani was the other home-bound chef. Her smoked blue fish was too fishy, since she’d failed to remove the blood line.

Okay, so we lost two cheftestants, but there are still plenty more fish in the Top Chef sea ― though we’re hoping for next episode to be shark week on Marcel’s ass.

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