Delicious Reality
I love cooking reality shows. My favorite by far was the original Iron Chef -- complete with semi-unrecognizable dishes, bad dubbing, and that inimitable shot of Chef Kaga tearing into a bell pepper (you must watch this clip). But I recognize the glory of the American Iron Chef (anything featuring Alton Brown is okay by me), and I never miss a Top Chef (truthfully, it's because I think that Tom Colicchio is dreamy. Just my type). Hell's Kitchen, has all the hallmarks of a guilty pleasure (the network it's on, for one), but I've found that there's almost nobody I know who hasn't delighted in the nasty rants of Chef Gordon Ramsay (also dreamy, but with hair). I wish there was a tape recorder of my prediction that hometown fave Rock Harper was going to kick butt; it was obvious from the beginning that he had the goods (lobster bisque moment notwithstanding). Rock will be here today to take your questions about the moment he turned that door handle -- and about Chef Ramsay. Bon Appetit! (That was lame, I know, but I really couldn't help it.)
1:06 PM ET | 08-14-2007 | permalink
