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.
Oh boy. Woof to this episode. Let's get that right out of the way. Watching last night's episode of Top Chef D.C. felt like doing homework, homework assigned to you in a class you didn't even want to take in the first place. But, a corrupt judge MADE you enroll in the class as part of a plea bargain you took after getting arrested for trying to hold his daughter's hand at a picnic. (I don't know a lot about law.) What a complicated simile, right guys?
Well last night's episode was even more complicated than that simile, but at least my simile held the promise of some KISSING. Not Top Chef, though. The episode was called "Room Service," probably because the producers were lying in their beds at the Hilton Hotel and then called down to the front desk and said, "Can you please send up four orders of Lynne clearing her throat and chewing ice and boring holes in the camera lens with a death stare and also please two orders of piping hot parsnip soda? Oh you don't have any parsnip soda? Well whatever else you have that isn't fun but also very complicated would be fine." So many rules, a marathon of cooking, and two good chefs eliminated due to an oddly structured challenge.
This early, with this many chefs left, I think they should have sent NINE home. >>