The season premiere of Top Chef was great, and I was glad to see them quickly eliminate the annoying Nimma. But c'mon, people, this internet thing has been around long enough for you to know that this isn't a blog. It's a vlog, a diavlog, or a video. But not a blog. Which is not a complaint. If I were Padmi Lakshmi, I'd opt for visual mediums too. I don't know that I bought into the challenge, though. Forcing folks to cook the classics seems a bit limiting, particularly if you refuse to tell them what the classics mean. The judges justified the challenge on the grounds that you have to know the old to appreciate the new, but that seems silly. Does an accomplished Szechwan chef really need a memorized preparation for chicken piccata? It seemed the culinary equivalent of asking presidential candidates to recite the names of random foreign leaders. Seems significant, but really not a relevant skill. In any case, my early favorites are Stephani and Nikki. Andrew will be entertaining to watch and satisfying to eliminate. Dude curses so much that his monologues sound more like glitch pop than actual human speech. Definitely from the Cartman school of conversation:
