Who Won?
Damn technology. Damn thunderstorms.
The one show Husband and I have made a point of watching together has been Hell's Kitchen on Fox. Aspriring chefs competed to win the ultimate grand prize, an exclusive restaurant of their own. It's the only reality show I've watched (and I think I owe an apology to monimania since I told her I didn't watch those shows but it turns out I do watch this one).
We started watching it from the very first episode. We were in Toledo, the last night of our cross country journey and it came on. I think we were both intrigued by Chef Ramsay's demeanor. He's one tough SOB and didn't mince words to tell you what he thought about you, your food, attitude, whatever. If, at the end of the show, you were the one canned, you handed him back your chef's jacket and the final scene would be of him forcibly hanging it up on a peg to tear a hole. It was a very Fox-like show. Anyway, we went through it all, only missing two episodes when we moved.
Last night, Monday August 1, the final episode was airing. A full two hours long and it promised more of those Fox-like hijinks we'd come to love. The final two contestants, Ralph and Michael, were competing against each other and had to design their own restaurants, down to the menus. It was about 9pm or so and the little countdown clock on the screen said there were 10 hours to the open. Right before the break, the little twists started. Coming in as sous chefs were all the previous contestants who'd been canned. And then it happened. A bright flash of lightening followed shortly by a KABOOM and we were in the dark. Without power. Without cable TV. Without Hell's Kitchen. And it wasn't just an ordinary loss of power, it was obvious this was for the long haul too. I tried reading by candlelight and husband played with his Gameboy in the hopes power would soon be restored but we both knew deep down that we'd miss it. We'd miss the grand finale, the climatic conclusion, the very moment (culinarily speaking) when the Cherries Jubilee are set aflame.
The power did not come back on until after midnight. We'd turned on a few lights to let us know when it did. By then, of course, the show was over. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go look at the FOX website.
The one show Husband and I have made a point of watching together has been Hell's Kitchen on Fox. Aspriring chefs competed to win the ultimate grand prize, an exclusive restaurant of their own. It's the only reality show I've watched (and I think I owe an apology to monimania since I told her I didn't watch those shows but it turns out I do watch this one).
We started watching it from the very first episode. We were in Toledo, the last night of our cross country journey and it came on. I think we were both intrigued by Chef Ramsay's demeanor. He's one tough SOB and didn't mince words to tell you what he thought about you, your food, attitude, whatever. If, at the end of the show, you were the one canned, you handed him back your chef's jacket and the final scene would be of him forcibly hanging it up on a peg to tear a hole. It was a very Fox-like show. Anyway, we went through it all, only missing two episodes when we moved.
Last night, Monday August 1, the final episode was airing. A full two hours long and it promised more of those Fox-like hijinks we'd come to love. The final two contestants, Ralph and Michael, were competing against each other and had to design their own restaurants, down to the menus. It was about 9pm or so and the little countdown clock on the screen said there were 10 hours to the open. Right before the break, the little twists started. Coming in as sous chefs were all the previous contestants who'd been canned. And then it happened. A bright flash of lightening followed shortly by a KABOOM and we were in the dark. Without power. Without cable TV. Without Hell's Kitchen. And it wasn't just an ordinary loss of power, it was obvious this was for the long haul too. I tried reading by candlelight and husband played with his Gameboy in the hopes power would soon be restored but we both knew deep down that we'd miss it. We'd miss the grand finale, the climatic conclusion, the very moment (culinarily speaking) when the Cherries Jubilee are set aflame.
The power did not come back on until after midnight. We'd turned on a few lights to let us know when it did. By then, of course, the show was over. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go look at the FOX website.
posted by G.E. at
12:31 PM
1 Comments:
HEY HOW WAS YOUR NY VISIT????
i didnt see the show! i dont watch it! but it sounds like fun!
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Monica, at 8:28 PM
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