Good lord, was last week’s episode boring, or what? And is the douchestache a thing now? Seriously; who told these guys that handlebar mustaches are anything other than a sign to everyone that you’re a ginormous, pretentious douche? See, that episode was so boring, all I remember were the douchestaches. And the maybe possibly lesbian couple that had to let us know that they weren’t lesbians, they just lived in the same building and did everything together.
So, I guess they haven’t finalized who all is supposed to be competing for the prize of Top Chef. I hate this kind of stuff in reality shows. Just show me the idiot famewhores you’ve chosen. I don’t care to watch preliminary rounds–if I did, I’d be a casting agent or a “judge.” Just show me the loonies you’ve chosen and let’s get on to the crazy cooking challenges! Ok, you know what to do: find some cheap wine or other booze, grab some arugula and gruyere and get on the web and snark with us! And if you see Padma, remember, pass to the left.
