Okay, so, why not? This is my other favorite show at the moment and we're up to the reunion special tonight (which Ms. Keane has heard will be a catty debacle) and next week's the finale. (Photo also snitched from Erin.)
Anyway, my two favorite Top Chef-obsessed bloggers are Erin and the fabulous Liza Palmer. Here's why.
Liza Palmer: Okay, it's on - Tom Colicchio. If Harold doesn't win this bitch I swear...I'm...well, I'm not really going to do much of anything - I mean, I'm not really confrontational or for that matter very motivated or anything...so, it's more of an empty threat...but, I will seriously be very confused and more than a little angry. For like a couple minutes until someone waves something shiny in front of me and then that would more than likely grab my attention pretty good.
Erin Keane: Further gratuitous Harold commentary: sleeveless black t-shirt? Hot. Though I hope those white shoes were, like, regulation uniform shoes or something. They looked orthopedic to me. I should know. I wore orthopedic shoes until kindergarten. What the fuck, I was pigeontoed. But I never wore them into a sex shop, or paired them with a hot sleeveless number that makes me look like the oldest boy left in high school, the one with the Z-28 and the substitute teacher's phone number, you know the guy who'd been shaving, or not, for so long he no longer fronted the ratstache just to prove he could, preferring to graduate to a three-o'clock shadow that gave your face a particular flavor of rug burn that betrayed your afterschool activities to your parents who angrily whispered things like "juvie" and "Outward Bound" after they thought you'd gone to bed. God, where did I put my Guns 'n' Roses album?