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.
When I have some free time (ha!) I will continue to mine through the old databases and see if I can find some of the older stories and reviews to repost.