February 11, 2009 |
Short Order
Am I a bitch? Am I snide? Will I be kissing asses? You’ll know soon when Bravo launches its new series, "Top Chef Masters," with me as a judge, taping now even as I write. It’s been old home week on the downtown Los Angeles set with Kelly Choi of NYC-TV's "Eat Out NY," sylph-like and towering on five-inch heels as host, and Saveur editor-in-chief James Oseland as a sharp-tongued fellow judge. British journalist Jay Rayner, the Observer’s restaurant critic, who styles himself a “food TV whore,” flew in from London to make it a trio. Twenty-four “Master” chefs, some of them now global restaurant moguls who rarely cook these days, compete in a quickfire challenge to warm up, then move on to an elimination round. Why, you might wonder, would a star chef risk flubbing up with a curdled sauce or a blubbery fish? Self-confidence reigns. And it’s a chance to win a big bundle for their favorite charity.
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