To thoroughly enjoy the glory that is Top Chef D.C., we welcome comedian Max Silvestri, who will be here every week to take us through season seven.
Amanda with an emu egg. [Photo: David Giesbrecht/Bravo]
Hey guys, who likes abbreviated, arguably incomplete and almost certainly inaccurate Top Chef recaps? You all? Perfect. That is perfect. Because I'm in San Diego at ComicCon for work purposes and I had to watch this week's episode on a plane. But don't worry: I took spotty, handwritten, Bourbon-fueled notes. (The other passengers were probably wondering why someone was furiously writing down things as they happened on a Bravo television show. I bet they just assumed I was a fancy professor at a two year college.) Plus, I have terrible, embarrassing handwriting, so my chicken scratch looks like a six-year-old boy writing a letter to God asking him to not make his bones hurt anymore. Please excuse me if I can't perfectly remember what was crusted in what and who infused whom. I'm currently sitting cross-legged on the grass in a 9,000 person line waiting to see three minutes from the film Salt four hours from now. Forgive me. (That's to God and my parents, not you guys.)
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