I want to get in my two cents worth before poor Michael Midgley is auf'd--he of the portly exterior and friendly face and oh-so-relaxed interior. The man just doesn't seem to care about the presentation of his dishes or whether he'll win or lose.
During the TGI Friday match up, he used up his precious few pennies to buy BEER. Cheese would have saved his dish. But the need for alcoholic fortification drove him to go down the wrong path and serve up a mess of a sandwich.
That night Michael earned a place in the bottom four and rightly so. Those firemen thought his careless presentation stink, stank, stunk! As Michael quaffed down his beer with the gusto of ten Germans, he seemed pleased with his dish and confident of a win.
In honor of Michael's steadfastness in the face of keen competition and self-delusion, I present this song:
BEER by Reel Big Fish. (You might have to wait a few seconds for the song to start. If you like it, please support the band and purchase it.)
Good luck in your future career as a top chef, Michael, even though you won't last long in this competition. Love ya, though.
Eric Three Thousand recaps Top Chef and I love it. And have you stopped by
Top Chef 2: They cook, We Dish? That blog rocks! And check out
Amuse-Biatch. They're more than worth a visit.
In honor of all that is good about hops and grains, I salute the beer girls, a beer hunk and my favorite frat party song of all time: Beer by Reel Big Fish. Stay cool, dahlings. I intend to. Anyone want to volunteer to be my designated driver? Click here to hear BEER.
