Top Chef DC! 5

So I'm still a bit bummed about last week. Chefs who should have been at the bottom were getting getting immunity and one of the more entertaining chefs was eliminated.

Finally, they get a challenge that really has something to do with DC. I have to admit I find blue crabs a real pain in the tush to eat. It's a lot of work for not much crab. Much better to go over to Miz Charlotte's of the green house, bullet-proof glass and all. Nothing beats buying a lump crabmeat sandwich and awesome collard greens and taking over to Kennilworth Aquatic Gardens (especially when the lotus blossoms are blooming).

I'm getting a wee bit tired of Kenny's alpha male talk. Methinks he protests too much. Geez, give it a break. You might make start rooting for Angelo.

Speaking of which, what's up with his obsession with Tamesha. He even gave her some help during the quickfire, which is very un-Angelo-like. And what's up with the flirtation when he has a baby. Hello?

My guess is either Kevin or Tamesha are going home. OK, Tamesha is getting the loser edit with the family talk. Bad sign.

I really hate Timothy's mustache. It really irritates me.

Well, actually, the group seems to be working together, giving each other advice and tasting each other's food. That's a refreshing break from the back-biting and sniping we've seen so far. Despite his chest-thumping, sounds like Kenny does have leadership skilz.

Well, thank goodness they didn't do the usual loser edit. Even with the alpha male crappola, Kenny probably still deserved the win. I'm glad to see that it wasn't the Kenny and Angelo show.

The usual three on the bottom. They could cut all three and not lose anything.

Huh? I didn't quite understand Patrick's critique of Stephen's salad.

Tom just sounded like a teacher giving a lecture to Amanda.

I could listen to Eric Ripert all day. I could sit on a beach sipping a fine Sauvignon Blanc and listen to him reading a telephone book. (slaps own face, must snap out of it)

I just realized why Amanda grates. She sounds like every entitled, trust-fund female intern from Ivy League, privileged schools working in Washington, DC. They all have that same nasal-ly voice as they walk down the street talking on cell phones. How do you end up with that voice?

Not going to miss the Player. Buh-bye!

Edited to add: Patrick is Patrick O'Connell, chef and owner of the Inn at Little Washington. It's supposed to be the place you go to for special anniversary dinners and other special occasions. Of course, you're probably going to drop $150 to $200 per person, the reason we're not going there anytime soon -- unless we win the lottery. And since we don't play the lottery....