As hands slice ill-advisedly unpeeled ginger with a Santoku knife, T'Pol tells "Chef" that there's no need for him to do anything special for her. "Chef" turns out to be Riker, in a biiiiig white chef's coat and pants that just aren't doing him any favors. Even if they did have to take in his old TNG uniform. Riker's happy to do it and he's already started reducing the Plomeek broth. He just wants to know what roots she prefers. T'Pol wants to be surprised. Riker asks her to pull up a chair and keep him company. Watch it, Jolene, inhaling food smells might make you gain an ounce. T'Pol bitches -- in very un-T'Pol-like tones -- about the Shran detour they are wasting their time with. All of Jolene's deliveries in this episode are a bit off. She's not exactly CRACK WHORING them, but she's doing something weird. I've been told that she was so angry about this finale that her delivery is a form of protest and many of her lines had to be ADR'd after the fact. She sort of delivers like she's drunk. Good for you, Jolene! Riker reminds her Shran's kid has been napped. "Is there anything aboard this ship you don't know?" T'Pol asks. "Jonathan's a compassionate man, you should know that by now," Riker says. Quantum? Compassionate? Excuse me while I hork up a pile of BULLSHIT. Again, stop TELLING us and start SHOWING us! Oh, forget it -- it's too late for that. T'Pol complains that they might miss the ceremony. Riker gives her some tea, tells her to relax, and says something about a really huge fish of Phlox's. "It looks like a catfish -- I'm hoping it tastes like one," Riker says, "Commander Tucker's crazy for catfish." T'Pol has no comment on this. Oh, I do! I do! Dr. Mathra and I went up the street to Blue Jay's Café tonight where they have the best Creole food in SF, and I actually ordered cornmeal-fried catfish with biscuits and cornbread in Trip's honor. I KNOW! I'm a FREAK!
Episode Report CardKeckler: C- | 1101 USERS: B
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