This could also be called "Episode of Amazing Overstatement". Sure the chefs had to make a three-course dinner from a limited list of ingredients, then chill it, freeze it, pack it and load it on a plane, all in 90 minutes...from an airline kitchen which did not have the utensils they needed...but come on, surely they've dealt with worse things?
Not according to Chef Cosentino, who said, several times, "This is the hardest thing I've ever done in my life."
Oh, c'mon, Chris. Never had to decide between the girl who loves you and the one you love? Never had to put an old dog to sleep? Never had to fire your best friend?
Okay, good luck for you and your unspotted life. It still sounds like overstatement to me.
Then Chef Symon started in with it. "Biggest challenge of my life, never had anything worse to do..." Now hold on just a dad nab minute, friend. It probably took HOURS to get that fancy tat ("I LOVE TO COOK!" with flame effects) on your calf. What, you're telling me this was worse?
To tell you the truth, the grunting and whining got so bad I would have slapped Chef Besh if he had started in. Fortunately the combat veteran and battle-hardened marine obviously HAD seen tougher assignments, so he kept his trap shut.
Personally, I thought the idea of reviving in-flight food service was in dubious taste. It's so unpleasant to travel by air these days, you might as well challenge the chefs with "Snacks During Liposuction". (At least you look better after liposuction; the same can't be said of the commuter run from JFK to Cleveland).
It's a desperate person who travels on any airline these days. Still, Lufthansa still supplies full in-flight meals, so I guess they deserve some kind of recognition. And that new Air Bus looks like a honey.
Still, the chefs made some very odd calls. Symon, who won the challenge walking (or flying) away, served a tuna crudo. Yes, well, I love that kind of thing myself, but what's going to happen to the texture of raw fish after it's chilled, flash-frozen, then--heated? They weren't clear about that--in flight? In a word, bletch. And f it wasn't, I'd like to know why.
Also, what was with all the white asparagus and lobster? How the heck much is a coach seat on this flight going to cost? The last time I flew anyplace, they couldn't afford to serve a pat of real butter with the dinner roll.
Honestly, all the preparations seemed overdone to me. But then, I haven't been on an airplane since 1989, and everything I hear about air travel these days makes me think that I'll be hanging on to the underside of my tray table, whimpering like a frightened hound, for the extent of my next voyage into the balmy blue. I think a Hershey bar might fit my mood at that time, and three gallons of chilled spring water. (I get thirsty when I'm frightened). And maybe a kosher salami. But I'm just not going to be in the mood for anything complicated.
So I'll just record the judge's decision (Sanchez is out) and note that Donatella was disappointingly buttoned-up this week, and Judge Knowlton's hair looks like it's doing an impersonation of Severus Snape. And Judge Ruhlman seemed impressively lit. Not that he had been drinking, I don't mean, but that the studio lighting seemed to favor his rugged good looks.
Yes. Ruhlman in person could calm me on my next flight. Food just wouldn't be enough.