I should be blogging about Top Chef...especially right before the season finale. While my enthusiasm for the show has waned only a little bit, my enthusiasm for blogging about it is almost nil. This supposed to be a travel blog, yet our (the family, not the third person usage) traveling has been limited somewhat, and so has dining out experiences by some limits here and there to our budget.
So what is left to blog about? How about Mario Batali?
Don't get me wrong, I love Batali as both a cook and TV personality. His shows on the Food Network were often the only sound shows from a culinary standpoint, on a per episode basis. Alton Brown enjoyed going off on odd tangents and putting mustard where it definitely didn't belong. Rachael Ray? Don't get me started. Emeril was guilty as Rachael sometimes, of making dishes that made you question if they had actually tasted their efforts before conception or even after the shows.
Mario made good, solid Italian dishes throughout on all of his non-Iron Chef appearances and when the Food Network got rid of Anthony Bourdain, Batali's shows were often the only ones I would watch on Food Network for months after.
Yet, on the other hand, the man has his own line of Crocs...
Okay, I'll let that one go, yet he wears them with suits, too...
That is a negative, to say the least.
Even this salmon is saying, "Mario, give the Crocs a rest." So when I read this about Mario this morning-
"This is what food and wine from Spain will do to you," he explained.
Well, I love it when royalty blanches, though that was kind of crass. I'm also guessing from the f-bombs and groping, that it had a lot more to do with the wine of Spain, than the food.
The final verdict? Mario, keep doing what you're doing, keep your hands to yourself and please, lose the Crocs.
6 comments:
Well said Cormac.
Dale,
Thanks...and I'm fairly certain that with those Toronto winters, you're not wearing Crocs, right?
; )
Never shall I wear the hideous and ridiculous Croc product Cormac, they weigh me down when I'm trying to fly.
Dale,
Not even Coaster clamps the vise of peer pressure on you?
I don't get Crocs. They are hot & make your feet all sweaty. Ugh. I'll stick with my Sketchers.
Although I do like Mario, this is not the first story I've heard about his acting a bit off after drinking. I guess we're lucky he didn't grope the queen. :P
Princess,
You read my mind concerning Queen Sophia, that really would've been something. I don't get how Crocs are allegedly comfortable either, I don't see how feet can breathe with them.
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