I think it's worth noting that out of all the eliminated chefs so far,
Stephen is the only one who hasn't thanked the judges for the honor of having been allowed on the show in the first place. I loved Wooden Host Lady's "Do you have anything to say, Stephen?" challenging him to get all arrogant and poncey on them, or at least just say "thank you."
And
Stephen's gallingly hubristic "I'm going to raise the bar in this country." By lecturing, sneering and condescending to your clientele, Stephen? I don't think so.
We have all seen his website, right?
He abruptly quit eating and is really sick, Sophia. If you mean an update, don't have one yet.
I have to confess to having had a Stern Talk with Homer last night about never getting sick.
ita, I sent the url for the new website to Cybervixen and she thinks that you should add her favorite, Audrey Hepburn.
There's some old colleague visiting the Sales Guy who shares my cube area.
Old Colleague has called our receptionist "the little gal" twice.
We have all seen his website, right?
Man I hate that guy. I would never eat at a restaurant he owned. I'd be lectured about my food so long that I'd die of starvation first. That crap belongs as a blurb on the menu, that I can read or not, if I friggin' want to.
sarameg, sending good vibes to Mr. Kitty. I hate it when pets get sick. In a weird way, it upsets me more than when people do. I guess it's because the pets can't talk, and we can't explain to them what's going on. They just have to trust us. And so often they do, which really amazes me.
I love Audrey Hepburn. Those are great pictures. I want some elbow-length gloves like in that fourth picture. Does anyone know where one might find such things?
Sean, that's the kind of talk that's holding back the restaurant industry from being elevated to lofty heights of cuilnary excellence beyond the wildest imaginings of mere mortals like us.
Old Colleague has called our receptionist "the little gal" twice.
OMG KICK HIM IN THE GROIN
Sorry. Having been called "sweetheart" several times by a couple of condescending fuckwits at work (and having narrowly stopped myself from launching myself at their jugular like some flying vampire squirrel), I have zero tolerance for crap like that.
