Prep. Kerry has the lead and seems in good shape. Chris finally shows up and is bragging on his purchases. He begins to make morcilla, or blood sausage. It can be a tricky thing, that morcilla, and we later see those links bursting at the seams. Can’t rush the sausage. Curtis drops by and sings “The Letter.” Have you all ever seen Joe Cocker do that song? Truly killer. Leon Russell is stoned to the gills but rockin out in his own special way and Joe is positively losing it. Amazeballs. I think I account for at least ¼ of those YouTube views. Cmon, it’s an Alex Chilton song. Enjoy.
Pack up prep and get some dinner but the surprise is that Curtis has invited the chefs to the suite life. The Cosmopolitan never hooked me up in that one, but their regular suites are purely amazing so no matter. One fine hotel.
This is like dinner with the blond bombshell is like an homage to Curtis’ original show where he picks up the ladies at the grocery store and shows them how to butter their toast. To make it more authentic I am going to dress up like Marco Pierre White and scream at him from across the suite. Google that my peeps. There is nothing like a crazed, screaming, British chef to lighten up a dinner party, just ask that other British chef, whose name rhymes with Gordon Ramsey. He’s built an Empire on it.
Fish, foie, and that’s it. The shortest tasting menu ever. Everyone seems happy though.
Dinner time for realz.
Beef Heart Tartare, Foie Gras, and Puffed Beef Tendon
Scallop, Pancetta Piana and Sea Urchin
Blood Sausage, Poached Oysters, and Egg
Scallop and Spot Prawn "Koren Jjigae"
Flan of Sugar Snap Peas with Prosciutto, Morels, and Chervil
Branzino with Clam Ragout and Mustard Greens
Dry Aged "Cote de Boeuf," Short Ribs with Swiss Chard and Fennel Gratin