I’m onboard with most cooking/reality shows — Hell’s Kitchen had its finale Monday night, and was rather anticlimactic — but I find very little to dislike about Top Chef, other than wanting to punch Tom Colicchio in his smug face (even though a dinner I had at his craftsteak outpost in Las Vegas was one of the best meals I’ve ever eaten). Padma Lakshmi’s easy on the eyes, too. Damn you, Salman Rushdie, damn you.
Oh, and Howie needs to kill Hung.
I’m wondering if Alton Brown is going through some sort of midlife crisis, because everything I loved about the first mini-season of Feasting On Asphalt is missing in the new series, F.O.A. 2: The River Run. If he’s not careful, he’s going to approach the level of “braying jackass” that Guy Fieri has achieved. This pains me to say, because Alton Brown embodies what I love about food, and what made F.O.A. so compelling the first time around was the obvious care he has for tradition as it relates to food and culture. This season so far, anyway, is “Hey, look at this guy in my crew in a giant andouille sausage costume.” There’s less heart.
I’ve finally gotten around to watching Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations and kinda love it.
How do you feel about food on television? Let me know in the comments.
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How do I feel about food on television? It makes me want to eat my television. This is the first season I’ve watched Top Chef and I like it. I love the Food Network Challenge when it involves cakes. I love anything that involves cakes. Because I loves cakes.
Mmmmmmmmm, cakes. Indianapolis needs another good bakery.