What about Two Fat Ladies? At least they seem real, not that you'd every cook or eat anything they make. Emeril gives me heartburn, Mario talks too much, Iron Chefs is too contrived, what's the deal with biting the pepper? Ming Tsai reminds me of Tigger, too bouncy, interviewed with him when he opened Blue Ginger and he had me figured out in 5 seconds. See ya. I'll turn off Sarah Moulton in a heartbeat, don't do Bobby Flay, give me Jacques Torres anyday. And Todd English--don't get me started. The guy is like dog doo- he's everywhere. When I'm in a bookstore I turn his books around. I notice he now has his picture on the back of at least one of them. My wife happens to like his restaurant Figs, and I'll go, as long as he's not there. And the guy I work for has been to Blue Ginger and prounounces "only ok". I'm really nauseated by the term "celebrity chef." Shut up and get back in the kitchen.
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