Cast Blog: #TCMASTERS

The Teppanyaki Must Go On

You never forget your first time.

In some ways teppanyaki is like sex—you never forget your first time. I was 23 years old at Flamingo Las Vegas and they had this old-school teppanyaki grill. It was pure theater with the chef and his creations sharing the spotlight. For a chef used to having culinary drama safely hidden behind a line in the back of a London kitchen, it was a wild ride. 

With all of the excitement, it’s easy to overlook one critical element to teppanyaki—the unbelievable skill and precision of the chefs. First, the knife skills. Even if the chef isn’t slicing slabs of beef in mid-air, teppanyaki cooking is fast, furious, and on the fly. In addition, it requires a ton of kitchen choreography to gracefully juggle cooking times, other chefs and one seriously hot grill, while simultaneously chatting up diners and squirting fake hot sauce into the crowd. But perhaps most importantly, teppanyaki requires almost a sixth-sense for cooking times. We’re talking about an unusually hot surface that demands that you cook fast. And with so many ingredients at their fingertips, the grill master must know exactly how long each can sit on the grill.

I thought it was great that our chefs were on a level playing field in the Elimination Challenge. Unlike the raw fish Quickfire, which Takashi handled so effortlessly, none of our chefs were practiced on a teppanyaki grill. So it was a steep learning curve. While Chris had a nice sense of timing and temperature, and his take on Rhode Island clam chowder was creative, he fell short on the entertainment factor. Riding Art as he was cooking all the kitchen talk really doesn’t work in an open space. We’re all chefs, so we got it, but the beauty of a teppanyaki grill master is his sense of control no matter how chaotic it gets. As for Art, he handled it all with grace. He continued to have some presentation issues, but honestly it didn’t matter. His Asian-style southern soul food was delicious and I loved seeing him back in his game.Other chefs had trouble with the heat. Whether it was Lorena’s mango, Thierry’s crepes, or Mark’s shrimp, too much time on a smoking hot grill burned, battered, and overcooked the ingredients. But in the end, what put those three in the bottom wasn’t the teppanyaki. It was a simple case of seasoning. Without question, a chef needs to taste his or her dishes. It’s impossible to know what you’re serving otherwise. Mark left himself the least wiggle room by making such a simple dish and in this case it sent him home. Best of luck, Mark. It’s been a pleasure having you on this season.

 

Francis Lam: What's on the Menu?

The critic focuses on the first part of the cooking process.

When I talked with Chris Cosentino about cooking last season's Top Chef Masters finale dinner, he said one part of it was easy --the menu planning. The challenge then was to cook four courses, with a theme of letters: a love letter, an apology, a thank you note, and a letter to his future self. Chris' menu came together quickly because, he said, "I know who I am." The wording of the challenge was provocative, but it was really just a way of asking the chefs to tell a story about themselves through their food. It left lots of room for personal interpretation. 

This year, the finale challenge also asked the chefs to dig into their personal lives but with more specific instruction. Asking Jen, Bryan, and Douglas to make dishes that represented their past selves, their current lives, something from a mentor, and something from a protégé was asking them to encapsulate their careers in four courses. (Only giving them a day and a half to do it meant that no one could lie on a therapist's couch to unpack their memories, which is probably a good thing.) 

I loved this challenge, and I was happy to not actually be there as a judge, but rather as a diner, as an observer, and as a fan. Without having to worry about who did “better” than the rest, I could just focus on the food and, even more, on the insight into each chef’s culinary life. Who these great chefs thought they were.   

I loved the way Douglas’s first thoughts were to his formative cooking experience, the first dish he remembers making in a restaurant, and how it became his mussel billi bi soup. I once had a version of that soup at his restaurant Cyrus in 2007. It had so much mussel flavor I can still taste it. To taste it at finale was, for me, like the past come back to life. And for him, someone now so inspired by the lightness of Japan, to reach back to the glories of a wallop of cream and brine… it felt like he was starting the meal by going back to his roots. 

I loved the way Bryan went in another direction, going to the first dish he ever cooked for his wife. I thought his dish was fantastic: the sweet subtlety of crab hovered over the grains and the egg yolk, but honestly, I also could’ve eaten the OG version of a sautéed chicken breast with crab and cream sauce. I kind of miss food with names like Chicken Chesapeake. Who will be the brave soul to bring back ye olde cruise liner food in their restaurant? But anyway, Bryan’s cooking impressed me through the whole season with its creativity and intelligence—I was shocked to realize he hadn’t actually won a challenge until the end—but it was so great to see, in the end, how grounded he feels in his emotional side as a person and as a chef. The dish was light; it felt full of possibility. You could tell his was cooking with the memory of being at the start of something, the excitement of it. 


And I loved it when Jen took the “something borrowed” part of the dinner as a chance to nod to her old mentor Wolfgang Puck, from when he was borrowing from Chinese cuisine at Chinois on Main. Her “Chinese duck with shiitake broth, eggplant, daikon, grilled bok choy, and duck wonton” was too busy, too over the top, too 1992… and just freaking awesome. Just like L.A., really. (I used to think that L.A. is stuck in the '80s and '90s, until I realized that, no, it’s just that in the '80s and '90s, the rest of the country was just trying to be like L.A.) I hadn’t had the pleasure of eating her food before Top Chef Masters, but I could see a direct line between what she was “borrowing” and her own food: it pulls flavors from a global palette—pulls them mightily, puts her back into it—to come up with thoroughly American dishes. Her cooking is so muscular, so full of umami and depth and, when she wants to use them, pungent spices. 

There were many other dishes that day: thrilling ones (Bryan’s white-on-white dessert), masterful ones (I mean, you try to wrap a piece of fish in individual noodle strands like Douglas did!), just bang-up delicious ones (Jen’s paella gnocchi. That is all.) But I most loved seeing into these chefs’ past and how they went from there to who they are today. I haven’t had a chance to talk with them yet, but I wonder which of them will say that writing the menu was easy. All three of these chefs were so good, their cooking so assured, I wouldn’t be surprised to hear that from all of them.