Was Top Chef 3 worth the wait and anticipation? You betcha! Bravo wasted no time introducing us to the cheftestants as they came off the plane and entered the land of art deco buildings and water and sunshine, and treating us to revealing bikini shots in the opening credits.
Before we could ooh and ah for too long, our new crew was whisked away to Gianni Versace's former McMansion, where they were introduced to each other. "I'm glad I had Tabatha Coffey do my hair," thought Sandee, "'cause compared to these other Bitches, I look hot!"Spread before them was a bountiful feast. One hour into their banquet, Tom and Padma arrived and challenged the cheftestants to create an Amuse Bouche with the food they were eating, one that would reflect their personalities. "Quelle horreur!" thought some, "We've been double dipping. Wonder if anyone noticed?"
"Amuse who?" Clay wondered as the camera crew began to lovingly follow him around.The chefs raced around creating their tiny Amuse Bouches with tiny plastic knives. Mica won with her Tuscan Sushi, and it looked like the women were off to a fabulous start.
Our cheftestants were then carried to their penthouse digs at the Fountainbleau with its fabulous views of the ocean. The following day they were introduced to their new kitchen. But their eagerness turned to astonishment when they saw the tables of protein spread before them. The exotic food seemed inspired by Chaucer. The only items that were missing were neet's tongue, drakes feet, flesshly foweles, the gleyre of an ey, a hynde joint, pigges heed, quayles, sqwirelles, swans, and a haunch of venysoun.
Hung, wearing a button that said Certified Professional Asshole, laughed inwardly with glee. "Ha! I don't care what protein I get. I'm a CPA and I know what I'm doing. I don't give a f-ck about anything but winning."
Hearing they would have two hours to prepare their meals, Howie was ecstatic. He knew he would have more than enough time to prepare his frogs legs and sea urchins. "Lemme see," he thought, "Maybe I'll go surfing and then get a massage before I start cookin'."
Meanwhile, Clay was having a melt down. "Do people really eat this stuff?" he worried, as the camera lovingly lingered on each and every one of his boyish features. "What the hell is monk fish liver? I could have performed miracles with possum and catfish, or even some 'gator. Too bad that was gone by the time I got to choose."
The women huddled round in a group. "Look," said Sara, "All we need to do is survive. Those men lack the balls we have."
"I know that the tall dude isn't competing with a full set," said other Sarah.
"Are we cooking genitals?" asked another female chef perplexed.
The chefs then began to rush around making their surf and turf dishes with eel, abalone, spider crab, and snips and snails and puppy dog tails. Just before the two hours were up, Howie rushed in. "Dayum!" he thought, as he threw his sea urchin/frog lollipop meal together, "I might have cut it too close." When the time was up, he was left holding his froggies unplated.
"No, you first," Gail said sweetly to Anthony Bourdain, guest judge.
"No, ladies first," Anthony told Padma.
"Oh, please, you first, Anthony, you are the guest judge."
"Who should be first?" the judges appealed to the camera crew.But the crew was paying no attention to the judges, as they were still lovingly aiming their cameras at Clay.
"Yes, " said Tre. "I loved Hung's dish. It was well hung. I mean done." "Loved yours too," Hung said sweetly. "Loved yours more," said Tre. "Loved yours better, A-Hole," Hung retorted.
Four guys are trotted out next. The women, realizing they were safe, raced for the hot tub. "Last one in has to clean the kitchen!"
Standing in front of the judges were Howie, Brian, Dale, and Clay.
Anthony Bourdain raised an eyebrow. "Howie, what is your major malfunction? What kind of chef goes surfing instead of completing his meal? ""The kind of chef, Anthony, or can I call you Tony, that sasses back and can quote your book verbatim. The kind who, with one hand tied behind his back, can finish half a meal in half the time. The kind that ... "
"You've got balls, you sonofabitch, and I admire that. However, I want my food now, I want it hot, and I want it when I want it. I want it fast and I want it right. I want it high and I want it low. I want what I want when I think I might want it. However, I like your chutzpah, so you can stay."
"Brian, Dale, your food sucked," Anthony continued, "but the camera crew chose to focus their attentions on Clay, so the viewers think they know him already. He's gotta go. Bye, Clay."
"But I represent the South! And I finished my dish! You should be kicking Howie out! Waahh!"
"You came to kick ass, Clay," Bourdain agreed, "But I like Howie a lot more, so we're kicking out your ass instead."