Get it? Because that speech totally went down in DC. I think.
Anyway … listen. I am just so fucking glad this fucking shit storm of a season is over, and by the law of Top Chef every-other-season, we can start looking forward to next year. This episode took three people I could give a shit about and added three former winners, two of which I am utterly uninterested in and one of whom is one of the biggest assholes this show has produced (three guesses), and I just could not have cared less. I barely watched any of it, although I did watch the dessert part with some interest, and … boring spoiler alert! Kevin won. I don’t even care. The real Kevin should’ve won last year. This Kevin is, in the words of Avril Lavigne, “like, so whatever.”
And we’re done. Whew. I really didn’t think we were going to make it there for awhile.
Tags: Top Chef