Up to now, I haven't had much to say about Top Chef this season. It's not because I didn't know someone on the show (which I have twice before), it's because so far I'm kinda . . . meh. There's no hottie to lust for, no one is truly hate-worthy, and the challenges have been a little boring (Cooking for a block-party? Yawn.). But now we're down to the final four and finale in Puerto Rico, so here's my take:
First of all, I know some people think that Dale shouldn't have gone home early, that his food deserved to be featured in the finale. Sorry, but Dale had to go home and have his diaper changed.
Lisa is next on the chopping block, and I'm not sure she deserves to be in the finale. She's consistently been in the bottom tier, and her attitude is icky. I'm all for defiance and standing up for the food you cook, but she's not a leader, she swears way too much for a smart person, and when everyone else is drinking wine at the end of the night, she has a bottle of beer. I don't trust a chef who doesn't drink wine.
Antonia is quietly stable and a real contender. She cooks like someone who likes to eat, which shouldn't be such a shocker. I'll admit a slight bias for the because she cooks for her kid, and I feel like she and I could be really, really great coffee buddies. Is that weird?
I heart short, smart, curvy, foodie girls named Stephanie.
Richard is, of course, the one most people pick to win, even though his bag of tricks hasn't seemed to help in the last few weeks. The thing I like most about Richard is that, unlike previous molecular gastronomes Marcel and Hung, Richard doesn't rely on technology alone: He can cook basic without mucking it up. Of all the contestants this season, his brain has come up with the most seductive and screen-licking flavor combinations. Side note: His wedding was catered by the Atlanta Oceanaire.
By the way, I know it's just a show and that the editors are the ultimate painters of good and evil contestants, but I still can't help but get sucked in. I just wish they'd let Tony loose more often.
And P.S. Wasn't it a hoot watching Colicchio expo? Someone needs a pat on the back.
And P.P.S. Didn't Rick Tramonto look like a hunched-over golem while he was eating? Sit up!