ten reasons why I’m pitting Bobby Flay.
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He can never cook anything that is not full of fat, cream, fat, butter, and did I say fat? Then the judges compare him to someone else’s undrenched cuisine. This is like comparing a delicious fresh fruit to a mousse-smothered chocolate chip cheesecake–with bacon.
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Flay thinks he’s so good looking. NOT!!!
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Judges disgustingly suck up to Flay, especially some female judges.
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Flay is rude. Remember the battle with Morimoto when he threw the cutting board at the end of the cooking period and yelled, “U.S.A.!!! U.S.A!!! U.S.A!!!” and offended the japanese chefs?
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The food channel treats Flay like he is the chef equivilent of of Mr. Universe, Pablo Picasso, and Albert Einstein combined! The more you watch iron chef (and just the food channel in general), the more the TV haunts you with Flay food on a grill and tries to hypnotize you into actually loving this Flay junk. Can I watch a single iron chef episode without seeing 10 Flay commercials?
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Flay now has his own line of appliances. What’s next? Flay branded tomatoes? A Flay line of motorcycles? Steak sauce flayardee?
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Why is the world suddenly in love with kitchen machismo? (see my next post on Gordon Ramsay).
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Flay’s throwdown show is a fix. Flay shows up with an army of sous chefs and enough equipment to fill kitchen stadium and challenges people who are unprepared.
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Flay keeps cooking the same dish over and over again. Put the secret ingredient in a food mill, turn it into a meatball (mixed with pork and duckfat), and serve it with a heavy sauce with cream, bacon, 10 different chilli powders, honey, cheese and BBQ sauce.
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Why does Flay act like Mr. Southwest. The guy sounds like he’s from New Jersey. Southwest Airline maybe?
Please help me to vent my hatred of Bobby Flay…