Alright, now I am admittedly OCD … quite a lot, actually, and in the same way that I have a hard time starting something when I’ve missed the beginning, I have a really hard time stopping something once I’ve started. Case in point, I’ll be watching something on TV that I start by complete accident and I don’t even REALLY want to be watching it, but I’ll hit a certain point where I’m like … BUT I’VE COME SO FAR ALREADY! And then before you know it, I’ve watched an entire episode of Intervention or like that Siamese twins special on TLC (I know you know the one I’m talking about) and it’ll be past my bedtime and I’m cursing life.
Next Iron Chef was a lot like that. Probably about halfway through the season, I realized I was totally bored, didn’t care who won, and didn’t really want to be watching it, but I’d already started and I was blogging about it, so I figured I’d finish. NEVER AGAIN! I don’t want to do this if they have Next Iron Chef next year! Besides Alton being a creepy bastard and Appleman being an egomaniacal douche-hole, I just don’t have that much to say about it.
The finale predictably came down to Mehta and Garces, and Mehta was as villanous as ever, with his crazy voice and accent and refusal to blink. Garces was as forgettably likable as he usually is, and when it came right down to it, Michael Symon was my favorite part of the episode anyway, so I might as well have just watched his Iron Chef episodes. Also, it reminded me how the last season of Next Iron Chef was so much better.
But you know, Michael Symon did bring up an interesting point that I think is worth repeating, which is that you can’t be truly creative unless you have solid technical skills. Many of you know that I’m also a photographer in my normal life, and that DEFINITELY applies there also. I thought it was an accurate and insightful thing to say.
So, congratulations, Chef Garces. I suppose I’ll be seeing you on Iron Chef, but really I’ll be creeping around waiting for more Jeffrey. :)
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