Raging top b*tch

I've refrained from blogging about "Top Chef" because, well, who needs another write-up about that? Especially since there are others who are much better at it. (Keckler of TWoP, I love you.)

But last night's episode got my panties all in a bunch. The restaurant challenge has always seemed grossly unfair to me. Who would ever open a restaurant from the ground up within a 24-hour period? Granted, they are on a reality show, but it just seems like they're tasked with a Herculean project.

What really chapped my hide was the blogger that they put in the disguise of a critic. Who is this Andrea Strong? And what was up with the rude criticism? Like, "The host, a rather sweaty chap named Brian who might want to invest in either a swim suit or a truckload of Right Guard, frantically ran to the kitchen to fetch it."

Whadda? That just went past zingy, straight for the juggular. I know, snarky makes for pleasurable anything, but geez, give the dude a break. (And, yes I am aware of the hypocrisy of bitching at her bitchery).

Still, Dale had the best quote of the night. Describing himself as he's managing the front of the house: 

"I'm half prostitute, half performer. In the front, I'm smooth; in back, I'm a raging bitch!"

Funny how that statement could be a universally-applicable description of reality television. 

Oh, and did you notice who the guest judge was and how every one of the contestants nearly passed out when they beheld the glory that is Daniel Boulud? They practically soiled themselves.

Yeah, I met him. And he's lovely and fantastic. Here's the recap: