Last night I caught what must be the first horse of the culinary apocalypse: Rocco on Dancing With The Stars. Why? Because train wrecks need audiences.
But I don't get it. I don't get why someone who is so talented with food and cooking keeps peddling his cheaper wares. How was his dancing? Sluggish and blobby, but who cares?! Why does he feel the need to dance?! Hasn't he learned the Tyler Florence/Applebee's lesson?
Does he have evil handlers who just pimp him out? After his gig on Top Chef, he seemed like he wanted to get back in with the food crowd, get back to being considered serious, Bertolli frozen food aside. When Tony called him out in the blogs for wasting his talent, I thought he'd heard what the food universe was screaming, thought he'd buckle down and begin honing his knives. I pictured a major comeback, appropriately laced with a humility that let him keep him newly slim figure but found his soul refocused on the spirituality of food. But no.
Now he's swinging some fringey chick around, making cheesy, cliched food quips, and going under the cutesy name of Team DiSpirnoff.
But maybe he's brilliant. Britney came off of her train wreck with a bunch of awards, and Rocco's got a new book/show in the works. Feed the elite, live with the masses; feed the masses, live with the elite.----------