Joshua, I sob a little each morning, knowing you are now married.
This was brilliant, as always. In no particular order:
1. Thing the first - your taste in hot dogs is disturbing and yet another thing that is difficult to reconcile with your otherwise normalcy.
2. I saw that commercial thing and was completely confused and I am pretty sure it bodes awesomeness ahead.
3. If Tom Colicchio loses weight, I will be crushed. He is perfect in nearly every way and you should never even whisper such a suggestion.
4. Vindictive Anal Worms would be a great band name.
5. I am a little ashamed of my crush on the tattooed lesbian. Like, more than Eugene, but probably because I hate his name. Fun OR city, though.
6. It is just mean to joke about a sixth season of The Wire.
7. It is a toss up of crazy between Carla, who wears her crazy open and notoriously, and the chick who won the quick fire, who is going to stab someone over a hundred times while they sleep.
8. The Miami guy is kind of hot. Not as hot as the gay bear, but hot.
9. Arianna need to go immediately. I would have rather had one of those pricks from the Craft dining room.
10. OMFG, the effing Foo Fighters next week? There IS a Santa Clause. The Grohl eye roll on the preview was worth the price of admission.
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"Vindictive anal worms" are a delicacy in some countries, you know.
You can clearly see why most of these 50 chefs didn't make the show. Unnattractive scociopaths, some with visible head injuries, you can tell that 90% auditioned angling for the "Designated Dick" role, not one of which declaring that they were, in fact, there to make friends.
@Baroness: Many moons ago, en route to an interview for a busboy job at a hotel in my hometown, I walked through the kitchen (I was told to go through the service entrance) in my 16 year-old summer outfit of shorts, a t-shirt and flip-flops. It was a little after 9 am on a weekday. Spying me from across about 20 yards of an enormous, state-of-the-art (at the time), cavernously empty and activity-free facility, the chef (who was sharpening a knife or something) screamed, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY KITCHEN! NO ONE IS ALLOWED IN MY KITCHEN IN SHORTS! WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" He rushed up to me and sort of bullied me out of the kitchen. I almost pissed my pants I was so terrified. I retreated and came in through the guests' entrance.
This guy was a dead ringer for the character you describe above: unattractive, psychopathic, and a designated dick (I never again got close enough to get a read on the head injury). I got the job and a) was stiffed almost every shift by the waiters in tips and b) learned that the chef, who was married to the hostess, beat his wife, who often showed up to work with a black eye (and, I now realize, much, much worse).
One of the reasons I went to law school was so that I would never have to work in the "hospitality industry" ever again.
I have been friends with chefs/staff, it's remarkable how they organize socially- the good people know the bad, gossip is endless but useful, and like goes with like, in my observation. A good chef (meaning good to his people as well as talented) attracts good people, a nasty chef attracts ill-tempered people. And you eventually know who is who. Someone ought to write a book about it, restaurants are intensely social spaces worthy of study and a good sociology of this would sell well, I think.
Have you noticed that they leave blond Miami narcissist Jeff out of a lot of the scenes? I think he might be some kind of producer-planted agent provocateur.
Also, I fell in love with Big Bird/Urkel last night. She is googly-eyed and has a "positive attitude" that is as non-cloying as Ariane's vile dessert was cloying. And she used a hug laced with new age pep talk to soothe that wretched lazy Ariane--she knew her cherry surprise was too sweet but didn't even make a new one!--when she wept in the stew room! Urkel is good people.
@lawyergay: I love her too; she's funny , affectionate. a lovely hint of a Southern twang? But I must admit, her crazy eyes still make me giggle, esp. at the show's intro.
Yeah what was up with that weird 30-second commercial interruption of Leah humping Hosea's leg?
And FABIO!! My favorite moment was a cutaway in the house that showed him caressing Eugene on the side of his neck. He has the biggest man-crush on Stefan, too. Amazing. May he never be kicked off.
@Mediokra: I liked that he used "molecular gastronomy" but did not make a big deal out of it or call it out by "technique". The best European chefs reject that term anyway: [www.guardian.co.uk]
@Minsley Tortimer: bah. I spend more time on Jezebel than I do here, and I giggled at the title. And at Padma's face. And at the thought of Photoshop possibilities....
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This was brilliant, as always. In no particular order:
1. Thing the first - your taste in hot dogs is disturbing and yet another thing that is difficult to reconcile with your otherwise normalcy.
2. I saw that commercial thing and was completely confused and I am pretty sure it bodes awesomeness ahead.
3. If Tom Colicchio loses weight, I will be crushed. He is perfect in nearly every way and you should never even whisper such a suggestion.
4. Vindictive Anal Worms would be a great band name.
5. I am a little ashamed of my crush on the tattooed lesbian. Like, more than Eugene, but probably because I hate his name. Fun OR city, though.
6. It is just mean to joke about a sixth season of The Wire.
7. It is a toss up of crazy between Carla, who wears her crazy open and notoriously, and the chick who won the quick fire, who is going to stab someone over a hundred times while they sleep.
8. The Miami guy is kind of hot. Not as hot as the gay bear, but hot.
9. Arianna need to go immediately. I would have rather had one of those pricks from the Craft dining room.
10. OMFG, the effing Foo Fighters next week? There IS a Santa Clause. The Grohl eye roll on the preview was worth the price of admission.
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Here was last night's entry, made awesome by the awesome commenters who showed up: [gawker.com]
(I know hyping the live-blog in comments can be kind of irritating ... but if I can't promote it in the comment thread under THIS post, where CAN I do it?)
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to me, at least.
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Ha!
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You can clearly see why most of these 50 chefs didn't make the show. Unnattractive scociopaths, some with visible head injuries, you can tell that 90% auditioned angling for the "Designated Dick" role, not one of which declaring that they were, in fact, there to make friends.
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This guy was a dead ringer for the character you describe above: unattractive, psychopathic, and a designated dick (I never again got close enough to get a read on the head injury). I got the job and a) was stiffed almost every shift by the waiters in tips and b) learned that the chef, who was married to the hostess, beat his wife, who often showed up to work with a black eye (and, I now realize, much, much worse).
One of the reasons I went to law school was so that I would never have to work in the "hospitality industry" ever again.
11/20/08
I have been friends with chefs/staff, it's remarkable how they organize socially- the good people know the bad, gossip is endless but useful, and like goes with like, in my observation. A good chef (meaning good to his people as well as talented) attracts good people, a nasty chef attracts ill-tempered people. And you eventually know who is who. Someone ought to write a book about it, restaurants are intensely social spaces worthy of study and a good sociology of this would sell well, I think.
Glad you went to law school!
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Also, I fell in love with Big Bird/Urkel last night. She is googly-eyed and has a "positive attitude" that is as non-cloying as Ariane's vile dessert was cloying. And she used a hug laced with new age pep talk to soothe that wretched lazy Ariane--she knew her cherry surprise was too sweet but didn't even make a new one!--when she wept in the stew room! Urkel is good people.
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I'm on the Carlabird bandwagon as well. She reminds me of that little girl who's in Annie Hall for all of 3 seconds:
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And FABIO!! My favorite moment was a cutaway in the house that showed him caressing Eugene on the side of his neck. He has the biggest man-crush on Stefan, too. Amazing. May he never be kicked off.
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joshua, that is the most jezebel-baiting title ever, and I applaud you
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