Had I been Mike, and Betty had put her hand over my mouth, I might have gone nuts on her or at least whacked her with the peppermill. (Marcel's moment with the peppermill actually made me cheer for him out loud.) It is stunning to me that outside of Marcel, they all failed to remember that the challenge was to create a cutting edge meal. Soup? Salad? Twice baked mashed potatoes? Creme brulee? Tell me how any of it is remotely innovative or cutting edge? The first thing I noticed was that they had been allowed to bring equipment from the Kenmore Kitchen back to the lofts, and they had brought enough to cook for an army of 100, not nine. This was also my first observation of Michael Midgely. I don't think I need to expound upon this subject, just imagine me with a furrowed brow and wary eye. As for the rest of them, it was not a great first impression for me. I think they had a ridiculous amount of time to cook their meal, something like four hours.
Now it is not necessarily Carlos's fault that he was assigned the salad course, but when elimination is at stake wouldn't you want to say, "Hell no, I'm not doing a salad." Carlos technically got steamrolled by Betty and just let it happen. (We are beginning to see Betty's true colors, blaming the failure of her cutting edge brulees on two other people). Ultimately, it was the lack of vision and backbone that got Carlos sent home. I did get to speak with him briefly at the time, and also hang out with him at the Top Chef premiere party at Craftsteak, and he's a true gentleman. I hope that I will get the opportunity to eat at his restaurant the next time I am in Miami.