Darling Anthony, he of the well placed barb, he who minces no words even as he minces our cheftestants, strikes again in two well placed blogs, one as a guest judge for Tom Colichio for last week's episode, and the other in Ruhlman's blog.
Is our Anthony getting green around the gills, or did I actually read that he liked Next Food Network Star, which is winding down the competition just as Top Chef is hitting its stride. His assessment of Amy is similar to mine, though once again he critiques the show with phrases and language that are way more masterful.
"But, Goddamn if I'm not liking this fucking show. I find Tuschman's comments refreshingly honest, acknowledging the gruesome reality of network realpolitik over cooking ability with unflinching candor--yet erring on the side of mercy for the devastated JAG. Which, by the way, paints the judges into a real corner..."
As for Top Chef, our world-roaming chef with the highly developed palate can snark with the best of them:
'"Joey comes off like a walking laundry list of "Things Chefs Don't Want In An Employee." Whiner. Crybaby. Blames Others. Persecution Complex. Confrontational. What Bill Buford, in his excellent book, "Heat" came to recognize as a "dickhead"'
And about Howie: "He's a tough, obstinate little bastard. He takes his beatings like a man, without passing the buck or making excuses, but seems not to play well with others."
Wow, Anthony, I only called these two chefs numnuts and the Dick Twins. But then Bourdain falters. He is hung up on Hung and predicts this roadrunner chef will be the eventual winner. Oh, how I love it when even the great chefs are wrong in their predictions. It makes them so divinely human!