It all started quite innocently when I happened upon Top Chef, a popular winter treat that has run for the past two winters here on French television. Now I know it’s been running elsewhere for a long time, but I don’t catch on to things all that quickly. For some reason the inane repetition before and after commercials didn’t bother me. In fact I hardly noticed it. The idiotic comments made by a ‘token’ blonde hostess didn’t even get my goat up. The incessant running around by chefs in silly places didn’t dissuade me.
The tears and sobbing of eliminated three star French chefs didn’t even have me reaching for the remote. No, I just lapped it up and loved it. Now fully desensitised to the repetition, tears, ticking clocks and stupid hosts counting down the last seconds of a ‘cook off’ like a controller from Houston, I have been sucked in again.
Master Chef has now hit French television and has been neatly scheduled in Autumn as not to collide with Top Chef. So here I go again getting hooked on a poor substandard chef or two who think their future lies in opening thier own restaurant one day. Judging by some of the results I’ve seen so far though, I genuinely hope a number of them are highly unsuccessful at attaining their dream.
So what will it be next. Super Chef to fill the summer slot? Killer Chef to fill the spring schedule? Or will we have an enormous cook off between the winners from each brand of ‘chef’ program that will last weeks and weeks? Oh, the possibilities must be endless.
Sorry, have to run. I don’t want to miss the next episode of Master Chef that starts in five minutes.