bad metaphor

Once again, Lisa fucked up badly, but benefited from someone else screwing up even more. Not only that, but she further justified audience hatred by petulantly whining to the two (real) top chefs: “I know you’re sad Antonia is going home but the least you could have done was congratulate me.” YOU SHOULD NOT BE THERE, LISA. But, like Richard said, congratulations on your fucking bronze medal! (bleeped by the Gladware network, of course).

The caliber of the two other chefs, Richard and Stephanie, is so much ridiculously higher in comparison that they should have no problems beating her. But dammit, someone who has been in the bottom for the last six straight challenges should not be in the final three. And I now have the fear that Lisa’s insanely good luck will somehow carry her to the title of Top Chef. Like maybe Stephanie slips on a banana peel and breaks a leg, dropping her main course on the floor in the process. Or Richard’s fauxhawk catches on fire.

It did warm my heart to see Dale back, working with Stephanie, and then my warmed heart sank when Dale screwed up and left the main dish out of the cooler all night (pork, definitely something you never ever chance!). This error would have sunk a lesser chef, but Stephanie, with the help of Dale (who felt really awful), pulled it off and made some of the stronger dishes of the night. Go Stephanie!