"It feels like thunder's coming", thinks a prescient Joey, wondering how much longer he will last in Top Chef 3.
Our Joey was right. Rocco Di Spirito (and the rest of our merry judging gang) booted him for cooking lousy Italian food that had to be frozen then recooked in 10 minutes. Hung, Joey's partner, got, well, hung up in the details. He was unable to convince Joey, who had forgotten to put on his hearing aid, to freeze the pasta and sauce and ingredients in separate packages. The following day our losing team served a sloppy mushy mess and gagged their diners with a spoon.
Joey's reaction to being booted was, er, sad. Embarassing. Awfully wet. Maudlin. You pick the word.
"But I wanted him to send his mother and sister to Italy", said this Italian man. Boo hoo hoo. "Oh, gawd, now you're making me cry too", said another burly viewer.
We all feel for you, dahling. You were so close to receiving the brass ring. In honor of Joey, here is Roy Orbison singing his hit, Crying.The two winners, Tre and CJ, were too busy hugging and dancing to notice Joey's distress or Roy's music. They've won two tickets a piece to go to Italy, as well as the whole enchilada, strike that, pasta. Congrats you two winners. And stop hugging. This love fest is getting to be embarrassing.
As an aside, there's a lovely discussion going on about Howie on the TC gals site. I, er, might have joined in about four times.
