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.
Far be it from me to gloat, but I was right and everyone in the entire world was wrong and you all owe me a hand-written apology. And the apology better be signed with your tears because I can only be sure it's sincere if you were weeping while you wrote it. What was I right about? All season long I have insisted that the arguably fiercest competitor Angelo is a spy. For me at least, the signs have all been right there on the surface: an indeterminate accent paired with a hardly believable tale about being born in "Connecticut," references to known spy-haven Monte Carlo, and cooking skills obviously learned while abroad in China, a Communist paradise. Worldly Angelo has remained cool under pressure and ruthlessly efficient at manipulating the competition via a practice known in the intelligence community as PsyOps. Tamesha, Angelo's "friend," was his first victim, and we can only assume Kenny has Angelo to thank for last week's meltdown and surprising elimination.
