So, yes, I do enjoy most of the programs on Food Network. It's just that the occasional anomaly that is Cutthroat Kitchen is like the rotten apple. Or rotten egg. And stinks just as much. No, worse.
Apparently Food Network has enough commas in the paycheck or enough contract lawyers on retainer to make that little annoying trait called self-respect irrelevant.
I didn't think it was possible, but this show makes the great Alton Brown, a self-deprecating, incredibly gifted, and spontaneous, intelligent chef, look like a jerk. He's become the Chuck Barris of the Foodie set.
Okay, you got a chance to read my previous rant about Chopped. While I still have issues with it, it has embarrassingly become one of my guilty pleasures.
Am I the only one in the world who feels that this program is, well, a little silly?
Most people - including me - are pretty willing to suspend reality in order to be educated and entertained.
At MirePoix Vegas, I've talked about everything from the annoying “Chairman” on Iron Chef America - one of my favorite programs, by the way - to recipes using frog fallopian tubes and bat nuts.
Let's face it, any restaurant that has a dish like Beef Cheek Ravioli with Black Truffles and Crushed Duck Liver is as far away from McDonald's as 2005 Bordeaux is from White Zinfandel.
So along I come with MirePoix Vegas, another one. Am I out of my mind? Probably. No new news there. Not that it ever mattered anyway.