That night, the cheftestants hang out, and Clay can't let go of his mongo apple mistake. Clay announces, "Hell, I'm from Mississippi, pick it up and eat that sum bitch!" I love how they felt the need to caption Clay because apparently Bravo viewers wouldn't otherwise be able to decipher his mud-thick accent. It's like when MTV captioned David's friend from Boston on Real World: Seattle. Clay tells us that the title of Top Chef would make his father very proud because he was a great chef in the restaurant business. However, Clay tells us, "It got the better of him and unfortunately he took his own life. It didn't work out for him, but it's going to work out for me." Oh dear. Between Cancer Boy and Suicided Dad, how on earth am I going to make fun of these people?
The next morning dawns bright and beautiful as the cheftestants roll out of bed and get ready for the day's Elimination Challenge. Howie tells us about The Food Gang, a restaurant he just opened in Miami. He's happy to socialize with other people, but for him, Top Chef is about the competition. So, in other words, "I'm not here to make friends, I'm here to win." Again. You know, just once I would love it if a cheftestant said, "I don't give a shit about the competition. I'm just here to meet people and laugh and love and, you know, generally hang out." ["I believe we called him 'Michael' last season." -- Joe R] It would be a refreshing change. Hung, who was probably asked the same question as Howie about making friends, puts it this way, "Everyone tells me where they work, where they're from, where they grew up, where they traveled, but you know what? I don't give a shit!" Well, allrighty then! Hung goes on, "The minute you pick up that knife, the way you talk, the way you walk toward an ingredient -- I know exactly where you stand." Okay, now THAT is interesting. I wonder how I walk toward my tomatoes and if it's any different from how I walk toward, say, lamb chops. Maybe I should start taping myself and analyze it. I'm sorta thinking Hung's full of crap.
The cheftestants roll into the new Top Chef kitchens and we get beauty shots of all the GE Monogram appliances. I think it's hysterical they ditched the Krapmore Kitchens and got refitted. I hope these appliances work better. Or at all. Colicchio and Padma are waiting for them, and I'm duly impressed with Padma's continued conservativeness in the kitchen. She's got on long, tight, pink pants, which sort of pouch her butt (but I think that's more because she's standing with her knees locked than anything else), a black gauzy blouse and -- can it be? -- round-toed shoes. They might not even be heels. Colicchio, on the other hand, needs to not wear a red v-neck t-shirt. Or v-necks of any color. Ever. Speaking of attire, it looks like the cheftesants got new coats. They look more yellowish than in past years, and it's not attractive. The color reminds me of plaque.