The next season of Bravo's drunken bus 'n throwing festival Top Chef will be in New York, and the contestants are already set up in their Williamsburg condo, according to The Observer. “They’re not allowed to talk to anyone, really, or even do their own thing,” an anonymous, completely non-Bravo employee source told the paper. "They’re trying to keep things under control before the paparazzi start camping out.” (Paparazzi? Camping out? Really?) They are housed in towering luxury Jetsons houses high above McCarren Park, that wasteland of kickball leagues and skinny, languid hipsters trying to bumble their way down the pants of their disinterested girlfriends on sunny afternoons. And the digs are sweet: “They’re already awesome, but they’ve furnished it like a celeb would,” the source said. “One wall is orange, one is gray, one is purple. They’ve got that funky Real World look going on.” Oh how with-it! Real World! Plus, everyone's totes excited to have them in the neighborhood:

So far the cast has remained pretty incognito. Few people from neighboring buildings were even aware Top Chef was shooting in Williamsburg.

“No way,” said the cashier at Urban Rustic, an organic market down the street, who is a fan of the show. “That’s awesome.”

So will the cast do any shopping there?

“That would be cool, but I doubt it," the cashier said. "They usually give them a budget.”

Though, I don't think our little cashier friend will be quite as excited once all the slurred recriminations start wafting on the night breeze and some uptight little shit stands screaming from the balcony at the top of his lungs about his crispy duck in pomegranate reduction on a bed of Swiss chard that went horribly awry because that cunt Mallory can't do a fucking thing right in her whole fucking miserable life.

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