And along with all of this open kitchen/boxing ring action, I got to sit next to Kerry. Not Kerry the chef, but Kerry the dad, Kerry the man. Because the chefs are sort of sequestered from us all season, this was the first bread I'd broken with a Master. We went through the play by play and what he would have done if he were competing. (He was really glad he wasn't at the time.)
At the crux of the drama discussed, of course, were Patricia and Lorena. The claws really came out in the kitchen, and it's a shame that the two female chefs don't seem to see eye to eye. Women in this industry have to deal with a lot of macho nonsense, and I wish that we could band together instead of butting heads. It didn't seem to harsh their dishes though; in the end it was Takashi that had to go.
I remember having a conversation with Jane Goldman after the meal, saying that Takashi's dish just needed some editing. There seemed to be too many flavors on one plate, which is not characteristic of the classic, clean chef. What's important to me is that Takashi went out having fun and entertaining the crowd. His family will be proud. And it sure was fun to watch.