I couldn’t keep myself up to write about Top Chef Chicago last night, but I still wanted to share my thoughts . . .  Here it goes . . .

Thank goodness: Maybe Bravo heard the blogosphere? There was far less gratuitous curses flying about . . . and Andrew was less irritating for that. Less, but not completely. Honestly, I wasn’t born yesterday – the balsamic error might have been an oversight, but it was one he knew before Padma called him out on it. On the other hand, he did look truly appreciative when he was complemented on his glacier by guest judge Wylie Dufresne.

Now . . . the whole mushroom debacle on the Bear team. No one tasted it? Hello, these people are chefs – chefs taste their food before they serve it. It’s crazy not to . . . I could have done without the never ending poop references though. Despite the mushrooms, I really like Nikki. She has potential.
Ultimately though . . . it was those tasteless olive pancake-y things that did Valerie in. Blech. Didn’t even sound good to me.