And I'm glad I'm not the only one
who thinks so. While watching Iron Chef this past week, I couldn't get over one of the judges, the incredibly annoying Karine Bakhoum. She is to Bobby Flay what Suzyn Waldman is to the Yankees — that is, an overly ingratiating homer you want to bitchslap.
It turns out Kariney is Flay's former publicist! I'm already in the mindset that Flay wins ways more often than he deserves to on this show. Other Iron Chefs and competitors don't get the credit for taking chances and risks, while Flay coasts on what he knows. It doesn't help that Flay has a massive ego and his latest show, Throwdown just compounds the fact. How arrogant can one person be?
The secret ingredient for Bowles vs. Flay was chocolate. I thought Graham Bowles put together a really interesting meal and presented it beautifully - something Flay gets way too much credit for usually. One of Flay's desserts in contrast was a sickly looking dark chocolate and raspberry parfait that was melting and dripping all over the place. Aren't parfaits supposed to have discernible layers? The dessert looked like it came from a baby's diaper. Looking at another one of his dishes, a napoleon type thingy made with unsweetened chocolate pancakes limply stacked, also made me uncomfortable.
Chef Bowles is presenting his food and Karine could care less. He's taking her away from Bobby time. You know that cartoon where the wolf's eyes pop out of their sockets and become hearts? That was Karine B. when she was talking about Bobby Flay. She gushed and cooed like a girl with a schoolyard crush, completely going over the top in her praise. I'm sure she wanted to caress Bobby's red hair and hold him in her bosom and feed him peeled grapes. It was enough to make you want to barf.Oh my god, I think she's on par with Missy Yum-O herself.
Labels: food, vitriol