Ah, the joys of Top Chef Masters. The series started off slow. (Personally, I missed the desperation commonly exhibited by the regular Top Chef upstarts trying to make a name for themselves.) But now that we’ve reach the Champions Round, we’ve got a real show with all the drama and entertainment value of the regular season. A big fan of all 5 (I was sad to see Art go), I was looking forward to today’s episode, especially after the preview teasers.
In this episode, the show tried to paint Michael as a bit of a villain. Unlike Hubert and Bayless who were much more collaborative in their leadership style, Michael wanted to take control of the situation and was looking for great sous chefs with good knife skills and the ability to execute on his vision. Is this SO wrong? We’ve seen it before. Top Chef contestants get to the finale. They are paired up with “talented” formerly kicked off contestants to act as their sous chefs. They listen too much to what these sous chefs have to say (NO CARLA. DON’T DO IT. A CHEESE SOUFFLE IS A HORRIBLE IDEA.) and end up going home. Yes, it would have been more warm and fuzzy if Michael had “mentored” these chefs in the 5 hours of hellish cooking they can to do to prepare food for over 200 people, but you can’t blame the guy for being direct can you?
In my opinion, his recruiting technique served its purpose as it weeded out the top douche bags of the bunch – namely Spike, Ilan, apparently Dale and Marcel (if he had been there).
Here’s rooting for our California chefs in the finale. Go Michael and Hubert.



For whatever reason, I feel Bacar has stayed relatively under wraps for being a great spot. The meal is a bit pricey for a casual dine, but I was impressed by the unusual flavor profiles (can you tell I’ve been watching a lot of Top Chef and picking up the vocabulary). We began with the a very simple, but Deflina pizzeria-esque thin crust pizza of prosciutto and argula (or something like that). I then had the sea bass with olive oil crushed potatoes with smoked bacon, which was perfectly cooked and seasoned. And lastly, our table of four shared two desserts – a great goat cheese meyer lemon sorbet and lovely rice pudding. Good people, memorable food, cool space. I’m a fan.
The meal began with a quick amuse bouche of a foie infused soup. I then had the Le Homard – Maine lobster over Iceberg lettuce and moved into Le Caille – caramelized quail stuffed foie, potato puree and summer truffle. I ended the meal with Le Riz – rice pudding, caramelized apple and rosemary ice cream (I think…speaks to how unforgettable the last course was).
On Friday, I sucked it up and took my lifelong veggie friend to Red Bamboo, a small asian influenced, fully vegetarian place in the West Village right off of Washington Square Park. First impression. Totally overwhelming menu. So many options our heads were spinning and we ended up asking our waiter for 3 dishes to share.
If I had my way and my wallet would have relented, I would have dined here every night. But alas, unless you are a girl and can get full off of 2 handrolls and seaweed salad, you’re bound to drop $70+ to fill up. Or you can do what Dan actually did. Go for a taste and fill up on the Chirping Chicken down the block. Dating a non-foodie…bane of my life. 





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