Last night….sniff, sob…wasn’t my favorite night on Top Chef. Of course, at this stage, I’m not excited about anybody leaving. Well, maybe except Hung. He could go. But I like the other remaining 5, which is really saying something compared to previous seasons.
Tonight they had to prepare haute airplane cuisine. Yes, I know. Shudder.
Once again, Hung proves he’s the Howie of Hungstinia. Yes, you did break the truffle oil bottle. Jeez, at least own up to the fact that you’re like a rabbit on crack when you cook. Be self aware.
So, Casey, Dale, and, yes, Hung, prevailed with the Good Dishes. Leaving Brian, CJ, and Sara to be reamed over by Padma, Chef Tom, Anthony Bourdain (Squee! I love him, I’m sorry) and the Continental Airlines Chef Guy (who makes airplane food. This is the guy I want judging my food. Not.)
In the end, Casey wins again! Yay, grrrrl power. I’m all for it. Love that she’s getting the Cool Prizes, too. And that she’s so sincerely humbled by her wins. Probably why she does so well. Right, Hung? Hung?
On the losing side, sniff, it’s CJ who has to leave. I love his sense of humor, and I think all the judges do, too. Padma seemed sincerely choked up in telling him to pack his knives, and he made a very classy and humorous exit. Love him. He’s going to do well in Post Reality Show World, I’d bet on it. Why, cold, cruel, Reality TV World, why? Why not take Hung? We’d have cheered.
Next week? French food. Oh. Goodie. (Can you tell how much I like my food cooked in wine? Yes, that was me shuddering.)
But I’ll tune in, if for no other reason than I have to believe the Top Chef editors won’t let me down and are setting us up for a really great Hung Smackdown at some point. I’d be perfectly fine with that happening next week.
Oh yeah…on Last Comic? The world just ain’t right y’all. They do some whack King of the One Liners contest, which Lavell wins after Jerry totally throws it with a lame knock knock joke and Jon Reap totally won, followed by the brilliant trophy presenting blonde coming out and giving it to the wrong guy. She hands it to the host? What was the point of all that anyway? Finally, after clips of horrible comics I fast forward through, and a cute set by Kathleen Madigan (always liked her) we find out that Jon Reap is safe and in the final two. The world is getting better!
Please, oh please, Last Comic producers, tell me that you came up with that stupid trophy thing so Lavell would feel special before you sent him packing. Crossing fingers…..aaaaaaand……we get Greg Proops. Love him, too, except his political set took a while to take off. Okay, it never really took off. A shame, because he’s usually funny.
Put us out of our misery please….aaaaaand no. We get a set by Gilbert Gottfried. Who, granted, can be funny, but I can only take in small doses. Which, turns out, is smaller doses than this. Come ooooooonnnnnnnnn. Please, just get on with it.
Finally…we find out that, the comic going home is? Jerry Dee. While Lavell looks all smug and “I knew it was me” when you know he totally didn’t. Gah. I’m power voting for Jon right now, just for that alone, and I don’t even know where to go to do that, but I’ll find out.
Final sets: does it matter? Jon pulls a Lavell and tells a long story that doesn’t really go anywhere. Sigh. Lavell screeches, but actually tells jokes, although, as usual, he goes onnnnnnnnn forever with it, and yet, everyone will vote for him because I don’t know why, except we have known he was going to win this since, what, episode one? Suspense over. If it had been a Jon/Jerry final two, it would have actually been a contest. Ah well, why should any reality show be that during this, the Summer of Horrible Programming?
I should have just stuck with my DVD setof Discovery Channel’s Planet Earth series.
Tune in tomorrow, where you will learn which one of the Blog Babes who correctly guessed that CJ was going home will win a free book!! (Biggest vote getter? Brian, in a landslide. Hmmmm…..)
Happy Thursday, y’all. 
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