Sara's problem boiled down to technique; the dish was bland and disappointing; none of the Jamaican spices that make up her vernacular were discernible on the plate, and the flavor just wasn't there. If we had decided to send only three contestants on to the finale, our choice would have been clear; Hung, Casey and Brian were the obvious winners, Sara and Dale, the losers. But we had decided upon four, so we had to choose; poor concept or poor execution? In the end, we let Sara go and Dale squeaked by. Sara was a good competitor, and a good teammate. Her reaction to being sent off had more to do with having to say goodbye to her new friends, and I found myself moved by the obvious camaraderie she and most of the others shared.
All you Hung-haters out there are no doubt foaming at his cold and unabashed desire to win above everything else. In my opinion, he's merely being honest -- as he said at the beginning of the season, he was there to win. Period. And I don't fault him for that. But Sara's tearful goodbye reminded me that for a good many of us the process itself is meaningful. Sara hopes to make a name as a master cheese maker, and frankly, she can achieve that without having won Top Chef. I wish her luck, and hope I'll be serving her cheese in my restaurant one day soon.