The essence of the food at block parties is about bringing your family’s signature… I’m sure it is not a slider or Waldorf salad.
When Steph explained her dish I was excited. A great dish that embraced the essence of the challenge, the neighbors, and the judges. She blew it out of the water. How could schluppy pasta salad, soggy corn dogs, and plastic mac and cheese ever compete?
I was sorry to see Erik go. Although I was never impressed with his food, he seems like a chef that I could relate to. Best of luck.
I don’t feel like I need to address Andrew. His “This is my house” bullshit …. As a chef we have all worked with those kind of guys. All bark, no bite. It was fun to see the dynamics of the chefs. As I said before, the ladies are cool and professional and the guys tend to be chest puffing dick-waving hacks. My advice: Get over yourself and cook.