It’s hard to put into words how much I love Bravo’s series Top Chef. To say I have formed an unhealthy obsession with it is an understatement. I can literally sit on my couch for seven hours straight without blinking an eye if I happen upon a Top Chef marathon. I literally cried real tears when Jennifer Carroll was asked to pack her knives and go last week. And sometimes I even have quick-fire themed nightmares where all of my ingredients have gone sour and the punishment is death-by-Padma.
Needless to say, tonight’s finale has me feeling excited and anxious in places I never knew existed. And what does that call for? A special viewing party!
My two friends and I are getting together to watch the finale together, but before we do, we have some Top Chef themed activities planned. We are each representing one of the three finalists – I will be dressing up as bad boy Michael Voltaggio complete with full sleeve of fake tattoos – and cooking ourselves a nice meal, competition style, of course. After I have been named the winner (duh), we will all settle in to find out who will be named Top Chef.
Lovable, red-head Kevin Gillespie and the brothers Bryan and Michael Voltaggio are, in my opinion, the best finalists out of all Top Chef seasons past. I can’t even begin to predict a winner. Ok, that’s a lie. I totally can.
Correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe it will be a showdown between the brothers. Would anyone be upset if it is? They’re both magically delicious, and I’m not talking about their food, if you catch my drift. As much as I love Kevin and his beard, I don’t think his simple food is up to the Voltaggio challenge.
I’m rooting for Bryan. Sure, Michael may have him beat in creativity, but his arrogance really pisses me off sometimes. And for that, and that alone, I hope his brother hands his big ego-filled head to him on a platter. Surrounded by Swiss chard and sunchokes, of course. Bryan seems like a gentleman and a culinary scholar. He is the champion of my heart and of my stomach and if he wins, I will certainly travel to Frederick, Maryland where his restaurant,Volt, is located so I can personally shake his hand. And maybe accidentally kiss him on the lips for 30 to 45 seconds.