I wasn’t sure I was going to watch top Chef, much less write about it, after Tiffany left, because I hooked my wagon to her star early on and I was sad, hell, I was pissed off, when she got Knifed.
I will never forgive Padma for uttering those words.
Plus, I had no idea who I would root for now. Ed and Kevin don’t really excite me, and Kelly is a little bland. As for Angelo, he is, as I like when Ed says it, a douchebag.
But, old habits are hard to break and at 10 PM the TV automatically clicked over to Bravo.
The cheftestants have arrived in Singapore, and we are again reminded that this is the first time Top Chef has gone international. EVER!!!
Okay. And Kelly does show some excitement to be in Singapore, and Ed reminds us that he has decided that he can do this, after 187 weeks of competition–or something like that. Kevin arrives dressed like an extra from Jumanji, and, of course, Angelo tells us that it’;s his destiny to win since the finale will be in Singapore, and he’ll be that mush closer to his FedEx bride.
I mean, it’s a hop, skip and a yak from Singapore to Russia, right?
The cheftestants gather in a food market, pretending they’re happy to see Angelo, and then Tom shows up with Seetoh, the food expert of Singapore. Seetoh is charged with leading the pack through the market and showing him how Singaporeans eat and cook in tiny little rooms with giant woks. There are noodle dishes and chile crabs and what Seetoh calls the hamburger of Singapore, a poached chicken served with rice.
Huh, I’m apparently Singaporean. And I say that because I love saying Singaporean.
The chefs love wandering through the market tasting the foods, until they enter an open area and find another hot dish, Padma, waiting.
Yup, it’s still a competition.
Padma tells them that they must create their own version of Singaporean street food using only a wok and a mound of ingredients labeled in Chinese. Kevin, who doesn’t wok, is afraid. And he’s even more nervous when Padma tells them that, for the first time this late in the game, the Quickfire winner will have immunity and head straight to the Final Three!
Final Three! Final Three! Singaporean!
While Padma and Seetoh sit and have a beer–I so want Padma’s job–the chefs are at a loss as they scramble through the available foods, because the labels are indecipherable, unless you’re Singaporean. They have to taste everything in order to find what they need. Even Angelo, who is destined to win, struggles. He tries for Chile Crab, but settles on Chile Frog. Legs.
Kelly tries to recreate a noodle dish, using lobster and cockles and bean sprouts. Again, if this is Singapore cuisine, I am Singaporean. Kevin does a take on Seafood Stew, and gets called out for not knowing how to wok. Padma asks if he knew he was coming to Singapore, and before he answers, she says, Oh yeah, you did, because I told you.
Seriously, Kevin, if you knew you were headed to Asian, wouldn’t you take a minute–or a month–to study Asian foods and cooking techniques? Huh?
Ed, meanwhile, has done some wok-ing, though not any walking because he sweats and has the belly to prove it. He also goes noodle with lobster and gai lan.
After sampling the chef’s dishes, Seetoh offers praise to all of them and then tells them that Angelo is the winner, because it’s his destiny. Except hat didn’t happen. Ed gets the win, and the immunity, and Angelo gets the scowl and the pout.
I am in heaven.
Dana Cowin, head foodie and mistress of all things culinarian, is hosting a little party for eighty, and the chefs must come up with Singapore-inspired dishes for them. And to make matters worse, or better, depending on how you roll, all the meals must be cooked to order.
And, it’s a team challenge, and, as weve seen this season, the chef’s don’t always work well as a team if Angelo is on their team.
The chefs head back to their Hilton Hotel penthouse and crack a few bottles of champagne and discuss what they want to cook. Each chef wants to do one dish and Kelly questions that idea. But ImmuneEd says one dish is plenty.
That works well until, as they cook in the kitchen the next day, Tom stops by and tells them that one dish per chef really isn’t enough, and he wants two dishes each. Suddenly, ImmuneEd says he planned two along.
Well, then, let’s rip…….
He’ll do Sweet and Sour Pork with Crispy Rice & Potato Cakes, and Gai Lan. His second dish is Banana Fritter Skewers with Red Chile Paste.
ImmuneEd loves playing weith Angelo, knowing that every joke or punch of sarcasm, Angelo takes seriously. When Angelo asks if he can borrow a spoon, ImmuneEd lends him on,e but then says it was a gift from his mother.
It was? Angelo asks.
But he does take the lead in the kitchen, giving instructions to the staff about the food, and how to expedite it correctly, so Ed will get props for that. i mean, think if Angelo had immunity. Would he have helped or just worked for himself?
Ed even finishes early–hot dogs don’t take long–and offers to lend a hand to Kevin, who has cockle issues–which isn’t nearly as racy as it sounds.
His pork is a big hit with the judges, calling it “refined”–shot. Seetoh says it totally reeks of street market, and I think that’s good. Dana would eat it until she dies. But it’s his fritters that cause judging orgasms. Gail moans like she’s never moaned, and Dana wants an entire basket of them.
Who knew that what women wanted was banana fritters in chile paste?
His destiny tells him to prepare Lamb Tartare with Rambutan–a Singaporean fruit akin to the Lychee—Ceviche with Curry Oil. His second attempt is a Spicy Prawn Broth with Ginger-Prawn Dumplings.
Angelo tries to play off immunity as a bad thing because you don’t cook at 100%, unless, of course, he has the immunity. I wonder if Angelo shouldn’t be serving sour grapes.
He says he’s going to ignore ImmuneEd, but as they cook, he is constantly sniping and bitching at Ed; and Ed is loving it. And so am I.
Angelo keeps reminding us that since Ed has immunity, he could put up a hot dog and still sail through to the finals, but Angelo is still woried, because, is Ed putting up a hot dog?
All the stress and strain of perhaps not fulfilling his destiny has Angelo on edge; he snaps at Ed, and basically doesn’t play well with others. As the waitstaff–the Asian waitstaff–works with the language barrier, he becomes the typical rude-to-servers-chef. Trouble is, as he barks at them, he doesn’t realize they don’t truly understand him. And he doesn’t understand the tickets…….written in Chinese!
Still, his lamb is a hit with the judges, as well as his soup. Dana Cowin announces that, even though she’s a foodie, she doesn’t like tartare, she does like Angelo’s tartare because it’s so “refined”. And that’s the key word this tasting: “refined.” Whenever you hear “refined” you know the judges are liking what they are eating. And I decide to take a shot of tequila at the mention of refined.
Within thirty seconds, I’m drunk.
Refined is a nice word, but it’s no Singaporean.
After spending the night having wok nightmares, Kevin decides to do Southeast Asian Chowder with Cockles, and a 63° Farm Egg in Pearl Tapioca with Radish Condiments–sort of a take on rice porridge.
Kevin is still worried about his lack of wok, but knows that since he won’t have to rely on one, he should be okay. He’s going along at a nice clip, getting the almost invisible edit, until….
He’s having Cockle Troubles, because they won’t open. He calls across the kitchen, Can anyone help me with my cockles? They won’t open!
I have always thought that Angelo had a thing for cockles, but he says nothing; Kelly only knows from her husband’s cockles, so she says No. ImmuneEd is, allegedly, an expert cockle opener, and the day is saved.
Until the wait staff begins speaking and writing and Kevin realizes that, while he can’t wok, he also has a hard time understanding people who can; he doesn’t read Chinese, doesn’t cook Chinese.
It’s all Japanese to him.
His chowder is a success, with both Tom and Dana loving it, and Gail calling it “refined”–shot. His 63° Farm Egg is also a hit. Tom calls it a big risk because so many things could have gone wrong, but it was, yes, “refined”–shot.
The high point of Kelly’s trip to Singapore, was the slash edit. Apparently a finger was cut, and there was blood on the floor. Kelly put on a glove, and then the glove filled with blood.